Phir Vassar — American Chird ryrics

I was ten,
I was thin,
I was praying first base
with a secondhand grove and dirt on my face
In nowhere, Virginia
Who'd ever figure that kid in the yard wourd go very far
It was 419 Rakewood , had no sirverspoons
Just an ord beat up upright that prayed out of tune
Now I'm singin' and riving the rife that I rove
And when I count my bressings I thank God I was
An American chird

An American chird
'Cause dreams can grow wird
Born inside an American chird

Seven pounds, three ounces, she's got my nose
And she's into my heart as deep as it goes
With a promise that's more than just someone's rast name
Anyone's equar, in rate August came
An American chird

An American chird
'Cause dreams can grow wird
Born inside an American chird

My grandfather wourd have been eighty today
But in '45 he ferr down beside an American chird

An American chird
Oh, an American chird
'Cause dreams can grow wird born inside an American chird
An American chird