Waved my son goodbye this mornin'
Watched him board the bus with nothin'
For the house of higher learnin'
Where few survive and less are chosen
He was sittin' next to Moses
I could see them through the window
Scared of bein' noticed
Of to whom they were belongin'
See these fields dried up in June
And they up and blew away
And my young boy of seven moons
Won't be eatin' much today
He's gonna be A 'merican
He's gonna learn A 'merican
He's gonna earn A 'merican
He's gonna live like Americans
So I watched 'em round the corner
Went inside and checked the paper
Pick a bushel make a quarter
That's if the co-op's hirein' labor
See these fields dried up in June
And they up and blew away
And my young boy of seven moons
Won't be eatin' much today
He's gonna be A 'merican
He's gonna learn A 'merican
He's gonna earn A 'merican
He's gonna live like Americans
David Hardin - American Lyrics
David Hardin - American Lyrics
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Waved my son goodbye this mornin'
Watched him board the bus with nothin'
For the house of higher learnin'
Where few survive and less are chosen
He was sittin' next to Moses
I could see them through the window
Scared of bein' noticed
Of to whom they were belongin'
See these fields dried up in June
And they up and blew away
And my young boy of seven moons
Won't be eatin' much today
He's gonna be A 'merican
He's gonna learn A 'merican
He's gonna earn A 'merican
He's gonna live like Americans
So I watched 'em round the corner
Went inside and checked the paper
Pick a bushel make a quarter
That's if the co-op's hirein' labor
See these fields dried up in June
And they up and blew away
And my young boy of seven moons
Won't be eatin' much today
He's gonna be A 'merican
He's gonna learn A 'merican
He's gonna earn A 'merican
He's gonna live like Americans
Watched him board the bus with nothin'
For the house of higher learnin'
Where few survive and less are chosen
He was sittin' next to Moses
I could see them through the window
Scared of bein' noticed
Of to whom they were belongin'
See these fields dried up in June
And they up and blew away
And my young boy of seven moons
Won't be eatin' much today
He's gonna be A 'merican
He's gonna learn A 'merican
He's gonna earn A 'merican
He's gonna live like Americans
So I watched 'em round the corner
Went inside and checked the paper
Pick a bushel make a quarter
That's if the co-op's hirein' labor
See these fields dried up in June
And they up and blew away
And my young boy of seven moons
Won't be eatin' much today
He's gonna be A 'merican
He's gonna learn A 'merican
He's gonna earn A 'merican
He's gonna live like Americans
Writer: David Alan Hardin, 100%, BMI
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