Lyrics Upchurch – American Dream

We some back breaking, bill paying, get it, gotta do it all
Paintbrush stroking framers, carpenters with table saws
Buckwild crazy, getting loose on the weekend
Smile on our face even though we never seem to win

I do it for the people waking up to early crack of dawn
Rips in our jeans, put the pot of black coffee on
Look into the mirror wishing for a better day at least
Can’t afford a house so they struggle just to rent a lease
Tattoos on my body, no shirt, still I’m wearing sleeves
Contractors, landscapers, bills like a pile of leaves
Negativity just trying to reign up on my reckless skin
Pray to God before we sleep, we always stay committing sins
I’m asking for forgiveness even though I don’t deserve it
Man, this crazy way of life, I don’t think that we’ll ever learn it
But we try to stand strong, make it 24 hours
All to feed the kids and clothe ’em, love ’em, give ’em all the shower
We got murder in the news, do you got a gun beside your bed?
White is the stripes, blue days, blood is always red
Government is acting like we love a game of Simon Says
But I ain’t buying shit, put some taxes on them adjectives

We some back breaking, bill paying, get it, gotta do it all
Paintbrush stroking framers, carpenters with table saws
Buckwild crazy, getting loose on the weekend
Smile on our face even though we never seem to win
Back breaking, bill paying, get it, gotta do it all
Paintbrush stroking framers, carpenters with table saws

Cigarette smoking just to take away a little stress
Additives inside ’em just to kill you quicker, dude I bet
People always take me as a idiotic piece of shit
But I’m a old soul, this ain’t first time I’ve made life regrets
Reincarnation, son, nobody knows my glory
‘Cause when I was only 4 I was explaining war stories
Yeah, this life ain’t shit, except of all of what you make it
What is you when you’re you, when you strip butt naked
‘Cause my roots are in a small town, I won’t ever bog down
Always love a sip Jack and kicking up that Cheatham ground
And when I’m dead and gone one day I’ll be back
‘Cause a spirit like mine don’t get lost in pitch black
I’m a man of many mystery, I’m surfing throughout history
Just trying to find a purpose on a reason why I co-exist
And if I ever found it it was in 1991
Nashville, Tennessee, born in a hailstorm

We some back breaking, bill paying, get it, gotta do it all
Paintbrush stroking framers, carpenters with table saws
Buckwild crazy, getting loose on the weekend
Smile on our face even though we never seem to win
Back breaking, bill paying, get it, gotta do it all
Paintbrush stroking framers, carpenters with table saws
Buckwild crazy, getting loose on the weekend
Smile on our face even though we never seem to win