American Dream (SST studio session) Songtext
von J.S. Ondara

He was just an American dream
He was just an American dream
Hey, hey

He was just an American dream
He was just an American dream
Hey, hey

Lover, don′t you come down
Without a sword or a gun
All the gold and the silver you're searching
Is hidden out there underground

And there′s a beast on the clock
Guarding against the folks
And the ghost from the river is watching
She won't let you get any close

He was just an American dream
He was just an American dream
Hey, hey


He was just an American dream
He was just an American dream
Hey, hey

Lover, don't make a sound
Bring your rifle around
When I say Hallelujah, it′s your queue to shoot
At the head of the hound

Now take just what you need, baby
Any more won′t fit your bag
Go as fast as your feet they will carry
For the great chase has began

He was just an American dream
He was just an American dream
Hey, hey

He was just an American dream
He was just an American dream
Hey, hey

There's no catching a breath
There′s no rest 'til you′re dead
There's no heaven or hell
There′s no running away


Ye-le-le, te-te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te, te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te, te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te-te
Ye-le-le, te-te-te, te-te-te