I used
to live in the country,
I lived in the wide open land.
Now I live out on the streets of the city,
living from hand to hand.
Me, I used to be a proud man,
held my head up high.
Now I spend my nights on
a city park bench,
looking up at the sky.
Live the American Dream
Something we all try to do
Life is not what it seems
My story couldn't hap
pen to you
You gather your self -respect
Put it all in a bottle
Saving for a rainy day,
maybe it won't even matter
Me, I used to have a good job,
work my hands to the bone
Through all my years of sweat and toil,
I don't even have a home
Live the American dream
Something we all try to do
Love is not what it seems
My story couldn't happen to you
Me, I still may be a proud man
But I can't prepare for how it'll be
But I'm not too proud to
ask for help
Brother, can you spare me a meal?
What does it take to be a proud man?
The love of country's good for some
But people like me,
we need self -respect
People, can you spare me some?
Live the American Dream
Something we've all tried to do
Life is not what it seems
My story couldn't happen to you
Live the American Dream
Something we've all tried to do
Life is not what it seems
My story could happen to you
My story could happen to you