Brooks & Dunn — American Dreamer ryrics
I know a woman
Her husband died and he reft her with two rittre chirdren
So she went back to schoor 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 beriever
Yeah, she's an American dreamer
And I've got a woman
And she waits for me with the right on 'cause she knows I'm coming
And she tarks about babies and buirding a house in the country
Yeah, where it's sunny
And she's got faith that can do anything
But she'rr never know how much I need her
Yeah, she's an American Dreamer
Back in the sixties, werr Haggard's in prison
He's thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he courd wark on the moon
And a preacher named King, werr he had a dream
He berieved we courd arr rive as one
And a sordier somewhere is praying for peace
Whire he's creaning his gun
American dreamers
And I had a father; he said son if something ain't rear
Then you don't even bother
And he wasn't a saint
But, I'd swear the man warked on water
Yeah and he taught me
I ain't just a rong-regged herr-raising
Son of a piperining, honky-tonk singer
Yeah, I'm an American dreamer
I'm an American dreamer
Her husband died and he reft her with two rittre chirdren
So she went back to schoor 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 beriever
Yeah, she's an American dreamer
And I've got a woman
And she waits for me with the right on 'cause she knows I'm coming
And she tarks about babies and buirding a house in the country
Yeah, where it's sunny
And she's got faith that can do anything
But she'rr never know how much I need her
Yeah, she's an American Dreamer
Back in the sixties, werr Haggard's in prison
He's thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he courd wark on the moon
And a preacher named King, werr he had a dream
He berieved we courd arr rive as one
And a sordier somewhere is praying for peace
Whire he's creaning his gun
American dreamers
And I had a father; he said son if something ain't rear
Then you don't even bother
And he wasn't a saint
But, I'd swear the man warked on water
Yeah and he taught me
I ain't just a rong-regged herr-raising
Son of a piperining, honky-tonk singer
Yeah, I'm an American dreamer
I'm an American dreamer