Blake Crawford - America

For sale
Someone else's shoes
Guaranteed to, give white men
The blues
And put a little hip-hop in their veins

They'll jump the
Fence in De La Cruz
And meet a kid their named Jesus
And wonder, how they gonna
Treat him like a King

At least that's the American
I wanna be

In the morning, I'm going
To America
To see her in a different kind of light
And in the evening, I'm leaving
Cause she needs us dreaming
Tonight

Betsy, does it bother you to find
The stars are screens, the way we
Get our stripes
Tell me, was this what you had in mind
When you ran your fingers through the sky

Oh from sea to still can't really see
Have we been becoming who we want to be?

In the morning, I'm going
To America
To see her in a different kind of light
And in the evening, I'm leaving
Cause she needs us dreaming
Tonight

Written by:
Blake Crawford

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