American Child — текст песни (Phil Vassar)

(Phil Vassar/Craig Wiseman)

I was ten,
I was thin,
I was playing 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
It was 419 Lakewood , had no silverspoons
Just an old beat up upright that played out of tune
Now I`m singin` and living 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
Born inside an American child

Seven pounds, three ounces, she`s got my nose
And she`s into my heart as deep as it goes
With a promise that`s more than just someone`s last name
Anyone`s equal, in late August came
An American child

An American child
`Cause dreams can grow wild
Born inside an American child

My grandfather would have been eighty today
But in `45 he fell down beside an American child

An American child
Oh, an American child
`Cause dreams can grow wild born inside an American child
An American child