Son of a man who worked his fingers to the bone
Just trying to make something out of nothing you know
Never wanted silver gold or the finer things
Just a wife some kids a home and the cmerican Dream
I ain't gonna step in line
Baby this is our time
To rewrite
Our cmerican Dream
I wanna see the world from the edge of my seat
Through a big windshield or plane not a tv screen
Don't you need the road to tell you who you really are
Find out whether or not a man could ever change his stars
I ain't gonna step in line
Baby this is our time
To rewrite
Our cmerican Dream
I ain't gonna step in line