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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 - The American
Angie Aparo - The American
Angie Aparo "Spaceship"
Angie Aparo "Spaceship"
Angie Aparo Live - American
Angie Aparo Live - American
Spaceship by Angie Aparo
Spaceship by Angie Aparo
Hush
Hush
Angie Aparo - Wonderland (Live)
Angie Aparo - Wonderland (Live)
Angie Aparo Live -The American
Angie Aparo Live -The American
Angie Aparo - Cry
Angie Aparo - Cry
Angie Aparo - Rocket Man
Angie Aparo - Rocket Man
Angie Aparo performs The American
Angie Aparo performs The American
Angie Aparo - Sweet Loretta (Demo)
Angie Aparo - Sweet Loretta (Demo)
Angie Aparo  "Beautiful" @ Eddie Owen Presents
Angie Aparo "Beautiful" @ Eddie Owen Presents
Memphis City Rain
Memphis City Rain
Angie Aparo  CRY 10/21/2017
Angie Aparo CRY 10/21/2017
VIDEO: After Stroke, Songwriter Angie Aparo thought his career was over
VIDEO: After Stroke, Songwriter Angie Aparo thought his career was over
Angie Aparo - "Cry"
Angie Aparo - "Cry"
Angie Aparo - Third Time Around
Angie Aparo - Third Time Around

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