The American Dream lyrics

Well, the sun's settin' on the veranda

As the ceilin' fan stirs the air

I pour me another of what I've been drinkin'

Sit back in my wicker chair

She's still in that big house in Houston

Where we tried to find happiness

Somehow I know she would not understand

If she could see me like this

There's no yard to mow 'cause the grass doesn't grow

People get high every day

It's a little bit hotter, you can't drink the water

A dollar still goes a long way

Tequila is sweet, señoritas are neat

And peace of mind is free

Yeah, two hundred miles south of the border

I found the American dream

We thought we'd found it in Houston

With the house and the cars and the pool

Sometimes people will own things

But sometimes the things own you

I won't even bother to write her

She'd hate it down here anyhow

She can have all the things we had together

I won't be needin' them now

There's no yard to mow 'cause the grass doesn't grow

People get high every day

It's a little bit hotter, you can't drink the water

A dollar still goes a long way

Tequila is sweet, señoritas are neat

And peace of mind is free

Yeah, two hundred miles south of the border

I found the American dream

Yeah, two hundred miles south of the border

I found the American dream

• Artist:Marty Robbins
• Album:Come Back to Me(1982)