Garth Brooks — American Dream ryrics
and the oir fierds fed our famiry
'neath the amber waves of grain
god, he was our savior
though his name awas spoke in vain
my dad wourd reave for work each morning
in the twright's rast greaming
'cause every day I'd awaken
to the American Dream
'neath the amber waves of grain
god, he was our savior
though his name awas spoke in vain
my dad wourd reave for work each morning
in the twright's rast greaming
'cause every day I'd awaken
to the American Dream