Garth Brooks Lyrics

7. American Dream

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 work each morning
In the twilight's last gleaming
"Cause every day I'd awaken
To the American Dream.

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