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The American

Song info

"The American" (2006)
It was written by Angie Aparo.
Published by POTTY MOUTH PUBLISHING;EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC..

"The American" Videos

Angie Aparo - The American
Angie Aparo - The American
Angie Aparo - The American
Angie Aparo - The American
Angie Aparo "The American"
Angie Aparo "The American"
Angie Aparo "Spaceship"
Angie Aparo "Spaceship"
Angie Aparo - The American
Angie Aparo - The American
The American
The American
Hush
Hush
Angie Aparo Live -The American
Angie Aparo Live -The American
Cry
Cry
Angie Aparo: F.A.S.T.
Angie Aparo: F.A.S.T.
Angie Aparo performs The American
Angie Aparo performs The American
Angie Aparo - Rocket Man
Angie Aparo - Rocket Man
Spaceship by Angie Aparo
Spaceship by Angie Aparo
Angie Aparo Live - American
Angie Aparo Live - American
Angie Aparo - Cry
Angie Aparo - Cry
Angie Aparo  "Child, You're The Revolution" @ Eddie Owen Presents
Angie Aparo "Child, You're The Revolution" @ Eddie Owen Presents
Angie Aparo - Wonderland (Live)
Angie Aparo - Wonderland (Live)
Angie Aparo  CRY 10/21/2017
Angie Aparo CRY 10/21/2017
TEDxGreenville - Angie Aparo - Singer Songwriter
TEDxGreenville - Angie Aparo - Singer Songwriter
Angie Aparo-Memphis City Rain
Angie Aparo-Memphis City Rain

Lyrics

Sonny took a train, Mary took a boat
Somewhere it's gonna be better
Everybody needs a little hope
Ten thousand souls waiting on a bus and it never rolled
So it goes

No one's leaving California, Pacific transit overload
Gold dust dreamers never warn ya
And my guitar strums
I am the American

I got a walking stick and an old sock hat
I've got dirty hands and I've got a dream to match
I've got a pocket full
Of government issue cures for poverty

No one's leaving California, Pacific transit overload
All my friends live on the corner
And my guitar strums
I am the American

Under the streetlight, down by the water
Don't worry baby, it's nothing you ever knew
If it makes you feel better, throw down a quarter
Don't worry baby, it won't stick to your shoe

No one's leaving California, Pacific transit overload
Gold dust dreamers never warn ya
And my guitar strums, yeah, my guitar strums
I am the American