American Dream
Garth Brooks · The Lost Sessions [2005]
And the oil fields fed our family
'neath the amber waves of grain
God, He was our savior
though his name was spoke in vain
My dad would leave for wok each morning
in the twilights's last gleaming
'cause every day I'd awaken
to the American dream
'neath the amber waves of grain
God, He was our savior
though his name was spoke in vain
My dad would leave for wok each morning
in the twilights's last gleaming
'cause every day I'd awaken
to the American dream