The American Dream Songtext
von Marty Robbins

Well the sun′s settin' on the veranda
As the ceilin′ fan stirs the air
I pour me another a-what I've been drinkin'
Sit back in my wicker chair
She′s still in that big house in Houston
Where we tried to find happiness
Somehow I know she would not understand it
If she could see me like this

There′s no yard to mow 'cause the grass doesn′t grow
People get high every day
It's a little bit hotter ya can′t drink the water

A dollar still goes a long way
Tequila is sweet, senoritas are neat
And peace of mind is free
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream


We thought we'd found it in Houston
With the house and the cars and the pool
Sometimes people own things, sometimes things own you
I won′t even bother to write her
She'd hate it down here anyhow
She can have all the things we had together
I won't be needin′ them now

There′s no yard to mow 'cause the grass doesn′t grow
People get high everyday
It's a little bit hotter ya can′t drink the water
A dollar still goes a long way
Tequila is sweet, senoritas are neat
And peace of mind is free
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream