Lyrics:
Boone had a colt and a frying pan
A quarter horse, American
Half a heart, fully a man
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
Boone stole nickels
Gimme a little love, I'm American made, yeah
I was lyin' down
On a bed of sand
I saw Crazy Horse
Holding out his hand
Said lift me up
To where
right, oh yeah
Sucker in the middle
Blowing hot and cold
Cracking his whip
On the American horse
He's gone crazy, completely crazy
Trying
And Harry the Horse (51)
So high in Damon Runyon's (52) esteem
Dig Ed McMahon (53) and choo choo train
And Shirley MacLaine (54)
When Annie sings with Lanny
Bilzerian
Make the trap great again
I'm a proud American (USA)
I put it all for my soldiers dawg
They had to swear me in
Young humble motherfucker but
My
Hop up on that horse's back, throw some quarter back
Ride off in that sunset, looking like a quarterback
Caught up with a quart of Jack, quarter bad
could say, was "Oh"
And she says "now there is somethin' else
That I really think you should know
You can have unlimited refills
For just a quarter more"
and flaggin'
Got the west coast laughing, now esco's asking
What happened? My homegirl from upper manhattan
She remembers the quarters that's latin, alotta
without moving
That’s it girl getcha boots into it
Louis belt buckle grab it then I slide
Came from outer space these horses roqit ride
Put a dip in then I
I wear a 20X American hat
A gold buckle from a rodeo
I wear a dusty old co-op cap
Make my living on them old turn rows
I ride a quarter horse
toy
But the future has to change - and to change I've got to destroy
Oh look out Lennon here I come - land ahoy-hoy-hoy
All American Alien Boy All
and flaggin'
Got the west coast laughing, now esco's asking
What happened? My homegirl from upper manhattan
She remembers the quarters that's latin, alotta
mick gypsies
Scare me so
My mother's father was born in Italy
But he swore it was all perfidy
Said his people were really Portuguese
Horse thieves who
lit your hair on fire
Racing ten mile flats
Where American heavy metal cries.
Oh we were waitin' and wishin'
On pink slips and kisses at the end
horses/
And thats without the spray/
Get out my way/
Get out your car/
This green thing/
Is a motherf****n superstar/
The American Idol of the Chevy
within
She's probably waitin' in the wings
For you to come along
Let her out again
You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses,
And some gasoline
I taught
I've been chasing wild horses out on the plain
I have swallowed the dust I have soaked in the rain
There were days when I found them and days I
Yeah
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder
living in this white man's world
I gotta watch my back he might rape my girl
'Cause he did one time, he'll do that shit again
I'm the black American
screaming fan
American Football
American Football
He loves it so much just like his dad before him
American Football
And when the quarter's done
You
living in this white man's world
I gotta watch my back he might rape my girl
'cause he did one time, he'll do that shit again
I'm the black american
The Oak Ridge Boys – The American Dream
(Written By Keith Stegall & Gary Harrison)
Well they moved away from the
Farms they did not own
To live
broke loose when it read it
He is a classy ginger quarter horse from a strong quarter horse bloodline
He has red stockings and a red blaze on his head
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
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