Paroles officielles de la chanson "American Cheap Dream"
American Cheap Dream
I’d like to ride my horse to Arizona
And count every grain of sand in California
Don’t you think that I’m gonna fool ya
I will scream ‘til I am in coma
You know I live so far away
But I want to ride the New York subway
Like a drummer behind his drums
Like a gangster behind his guns
And I keep singing.......
I want to sing the blues in Memphis
Buy all the things that I miss
And travel,travel,travel again
To see those pretty lands
You know I’m stuck in my room
And I think I’m over the moon
‘Cause I travel in my head
I see America from my bed
And I keep singing......