Her husband died and he left her with two little children
So she went back to school and she got a degree in business
Yeah, now she owns one
And she taught those kids you can do anything
With the heart of a true believer
Yeah, she’s an American dreamer
And I’ve got a woman
And she waits for me with the light on ‘cause she knows I’m coming
And she talks about babies and building a house in the country
Yeah, where it’s sunny
And she’s got faith that can do anything
But she’ll never know how much I need her
Yeah, she’s an American Dreamer
Back in the sixties, well, Haggard’s in prison
He’s thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he could walk on the moon
And a preacher named King, well, he had a dream
He believed we could all live as one
And a soldier somewhere is praying for peace
While he’s cleaning his gun
American dreamers
And I had a father
He said, son, if something ain’t real then you don’t even bother
And he wasn’t a saint but I’d swear the man walked on water
Yeah, and he taught me
I ain’t just a long-legged hell-raising
Son of a pipelining, honky-tonk singer
Yeah, I’m an American dreamer
I’m an American dreamer
I’m an American dreamer
I’m an American dreamer
I know a woman Her husband died and he left her with two little children So she went back to school and she got a degree in business Yeah, now she owns one And she taught those kids you can do anything With the heart of a true believer Yeah, she’s an American dreamer And I’ve got a woman And she waits for me with the light on ‘cause she knows I’m coming And she talks about babies and building a house in the country Yeah, where it’s sunny And she’s got faith that can do anything But she’ll never know how much I need her Yeah, she’s an American Dreamer Back in the sixties, well, Haggard’s in prison He’s thinking about writing a tune And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough To think he could walk on the moon And a preacher named King, well, he had a dream He believed we could all live as one And a soldier somewhere is praying for peace While he’s cleaning his gun American dreamers And I had a father He said, son, if something ain’t real then you don’t even bother And he wasn’t a saint but I’d swear the man walked on water Yeah, and he taught me I ain’t just a long-legged hell-raising Son of a pipelining, honky-tonk singer Yeah, I’m an American dreamer I’m an American dreamer I’m an American dreamer I’m an American dreamer Explain Request ×
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