American Child sing and play along

I was ten, I was thin,

I was playin' first base with a secondhand glove and dirt on my face in Nowhere,

Virginia. Who'd ever figure that kid in the yard would go very far.

'Cause four nine pounds, teen Lakewood had no silver spoons.

Just an old beat up my upright that played out of tune.

Now I'm singin' and livin' the life that I love.

And when I count my blessings,

I thank God I was an American child,

an American child.

'Cause dreams can grow wild more inside an American child.

Seven pounds, teen three ounces, she's got my nose.

And she's old to up my heart right as deep as it goes.

With a promise that's more than just someone's last name.

And when I yone's equal, in late August came an American child,

an American child.

'Cause dreams can grow wild more inside an American child.

dreams can grow wild more inside an American child.

My grandfather would have been eighty today,

but in fortyfive, he fell down beside an American child,

an American child, oh, whoa, an American child.

'Cause dreams can grow wild more inside an American child.

Oh, an American child,

whoa, whoa, whoa.