Hit Crew
American Child
I was ten I was thin I was playing first baseWith a second hand glove and dirt on my faceIn nowhere Virginia who'd ever figureThat kid in the yard would go very far?Cause 419 Lakewood had no silver spoonsJust an old beat up upright that played out of tuneNow I'm singing and living the life that I loveAnd when I count my blessings I thank god I wasAn American childAn American child?Cause dreams can grow wildBorn inside an American child7 lbs. 3 oz she's got my noseAnd she's into my heart as deep as it goesWith a promise that's more than just someone's last nameAnyone's equal, in late August cameAn American childAn American childMy Grandfather would have been 80 todayBut in '45 he fell down besideAn American childAn American child?Cause dreams can grow wildBorn inside an American child
From Letras Mania