Well they moved away from the farms they did not own
|
To live happily ever after on a G.I. loan.
|
The future was looking bright back in a¢æ?52
|
a¢æ?Neath the shadow of atomic bombs and the baby boom.
|
|
You could take a walk downtown without being afraid
|
And hey, who's the better centre fielder, Manual or Mace?
|
There was chicken in every pot even when times were lean
|
We thought everybody had a shot at the American dream.
|
|
Every mother was supposed to look like Donna Reed
|
Father knew what was best for you and me
|
Our lives were etched on 8mm frames
|
As we grew up in houses that all looked the same.
|
|
But there was trouble on the other side of town
|
It was a time when people began to stand their ground.
|
Arm in arm they stood as they cried a¢æ©«let freedom reigna¢æ?
|
Everybody wanted the share the American dream.
|
|
Dream on children, dream on,
|
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone.
|
As long as there's a God above
|
Keep on praying we never wake up,
|
Keep on dreaming the American dream.
|
|
There's medals on the wall I got back in a¢æ?69
|
And the quarter acre piece of heaven I call mine
|
As I turn off the cable and put my babies to bed
|
I kiss them goodnight and whisper under my breath.
|
|
Dream on children, dream on
|
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone.
|
As long as there's a God above
|
Keep on praying we never wake up
|
Keep on dreaming the American dream.
|
Ooo, keep on dreaming the American dream.
|
|
-----------------
|
Voila An American Dream
|
Oak Ridge Boys |