American Young American Dream song lyrics

I want a sunrise with nothing in the way

Waking up on a wheat field

With broken, oh too late

Leading out to a dirt road

And a mailbox with my last name

I want to step off my back porch

And walk down to the lake

Where there ain't no Monday morning rush

And there ain't no one-hour break for lunch

The only ties are ties of bight

The only time clocks are the one's we wind

And there ain't no place that you can't park

There ain't no streetlights after dark

No locking the front door up

And no sirens to interrupt my American dream

I want to follow a coyote's footprints in the snow

Hear the sound of a John Deere with a varying bout to go

I wanna drive with my baby in a short-bed Chevrolet

With the radio playing whatever it wants to play

Where there ain't no Monday morning rush

And there ain't no one-hour break for lunch

The only ties are ties of bight

The only time clocks are the one's we wind

With no deadlocks breathing down your back

No traffic backing up your stress

No talking above a cloud

And the Reno noise drowning out my American dream

I just want to hold you a thousand miles from here

Just say the word babe, and we'll just disappear

To our American dream, our American dream

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