American Dream

Come here, grandson
Grab that bottle off the counter for me and let me talk to you,if you don't mind
See,I see so much of me living in your eyes
So I want to talk to you before I die

I've seen the best man crawling and some tear drops fall
There ain't nothing I didn't see
Searching for my destiny,hoping to be free
I've been all around the world but I've never been to me
So I rent out of places and lost familar faces
That ain't my destination
And I was back to the basics
Never knowing the things I left behind was so amazing
Never knowing how family embraces
I took a trip to Vegas
I had a lot of ladies
That I treated like kin until they all betrayed me
I had a lot of homies, who turned out to be phony
I didn't know what home is
I guess I was homeless
I guess I was lonely
I lost everything when I lost all my money
When I think about my past,I laugh because it's funny

I thought I never changed, so I ran out of hundreds
I thought I never changed,so I ran out of hundreds
Living in the city,I had to go back to the country, Mississippi and Memphis
That's where everybody loved me
If I ain't blessed,I'm so so lucky
All my friends are dead there in heaven waiting for me
And I'm still in debt
I give and I get
I've been married 40 years
I found my Juliet
My American dream ain't over with yet
The places that I seen
The people that I met
I went from across the street to across seas
With an American dream

See wherever you go,go with all your heart
Life is like a book
If you don't travel,you don't turn the page

I read about Egypt from a book off a shelf and when I got some money, I had to see it for myself
And then once a time I spent six months in jail
I gotta be going to heaven
I've been through so much hell
I've been to Cheyenne,I've been to Sudan

I met a girl and Shane, how I really thought I was the man
Until I got caught with her friend from Japan
I seen a lot of days,but more one night stands
I did it with a chance
I did it without a plan, living on dry land and turning to quicksand
I'm just a mortal man
Trying to live long as I can
I could have stayed in the street, but there's places I got to be
My own reality, my American dream
I was raised in the South
No bed but a couch
We didn't have a farm but live in a farmhouse
I had to rise up
We've been treated so low down
I had my feet planted on this shaky ground
The home of the brave, the land of the free
Your life can be a nightmare or it can be a dream
Of all nationalities,of all creed
That's America to me

I travelled the world, the search is something that I needed
When I returned home,I found it
Thank you for listening
I wish I had someone talk to me like how I talk to you