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media type="youtube" key="ABfsIInfXgU" height="390" width="480" //American Dream// by Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young

I used to see you on every T.V. Your smiling face looked back at me. I used to see you on every T.V. Your smiling face looked back at me.

Then they caught you with the girl next door, People's money piled on the floor, Accusations that you try to deny, Revelations and rumors begin to fly.

Now you think about reaching out Try to get some help from above. Now you think about reaching out Try to get some help from above. Reporters crowd around your house. Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds, Speculating what they may find out, It don't matter now, you're all washed up.

You wake up in the middle of the night. Your sheets are wet and your face is white, You tried to make a good thing last, How could something so good, go bad, so fast?

American dream, American dream American dream, American dream.

Don't know when things went wrong, Might have been when you were young and strong. Don't know when things went wrong, Might have been when you were young and strong.

Reporters crowd around your house. Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds, Speculating what they may find out, It don't matter now, you're all washed up.

Don't know when things went wrong, Might have been when you were young and strong. American dream, American dream. Don't know when things went wrong, Might have been when you were young and strong. American dream, American dream.

media type="youtube" key="2a_c34apkqk" height="390" width="480" //California Sky// by Bastard Songs of Johnny Cash

With a pick and a shovel, an axe and a gun just a sweating like the guilty in the mid-day sun out in Oklahoma where the hard winds blow so I headed out west while I was still young, yes I did

Well I crossed the Pedernales and the Rio Grande and when I reached the Colarado I drunk it down I wanna cool my soul in that blue blue sea wanna see the Manzananeeta and the Joshua Tree

Chorus: Well a star is shining bright in the night, in the California sky

Down by the water and the sycamore trees where a California girl made a man out of me cool water running is a beautiful sound so I took her by the hand and laid some deep roots down

Well the fox and the couger the hawk and the bear said, "we got plenty good lead for ya'll out here" well I come from Oklahoma when I was quite young with an old plowin' mule and my daddy's gun

media type="youtube" key="YF4-r2MpRMs" height="390" width="480" //Castles Made of Sand// by Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream you're a disgrace As she slams the door in his drunken face And now he stands outside And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool He cries oh, girl you must be mad, What happened to the sweet love you and me had? Against the door he leans and starts a scene, And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends And he built up a dream that when he grew up He would be a fearless warrior Indian Cheif Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, who's heart was a frown Cause she was crippled for life, And she couldn't speak a sound And she wished and prayed she could stop living, So she decided to die She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say Look a golden winged ship is passing my way

And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

media type="youtube" key="oPnhSFrkpno" height="390" width="480" //One Friend// by Dan Seals

I always thought you were the best I guess I always will. I always thought that we were blessed And I feel that way still. Sometimes we took the hard road But we always saw it through.

If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you.

Sometimes the world was on our side Sometimes it wasn't fair. Sometimes it gave a helping hand Sometimes we didn't care.

'Cause when we were together It made the dream come true.

If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you.

Someone who understands me And knows me inside out. Helps keep me together And believes without a doubt, That I could move a mountain Someone to tell it to.

If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you.

Someone And knows me inside out. Helps keep me together And believes without a doubt, That I could move a mountain Someone to tell it to.

If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you.

media type="youtube" key="-NS_vlEdBK4" height="390" width="480" //Rusty Old American Dream// by David Wilcox

I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been, But I'm weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin. And this year's state inspection just barely passed Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy, This year could be my last.

I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline, And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere, A rusty old American dream.

I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958, Spent three days in the showroom, that's all I had to wait. I've been good to all who owned me, so have no fear; C'mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here!

I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline, And I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere, A rusty old American dream.

This car needs a young man to own him One who will polish the chrome, I will give you the rest of my lifetime, But don't let me die here alone. Just jump me some juice to my battery, Give that old starter a spin, Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carburetor, And roar into life once again.

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive, You can polish my chrome so clean We can fly off into the sunset together, A rusty old American dream.

media type="youtube" key="qn7uWlpEJi0" height="390" width="640" //Shot Full of Holes// by Jason Boland and the Stragglers

He’s twenty one and jealous of the shadow outside the fence Got a bible from his cellmate he’s searching for a second chance Hopes than he can make it outside before his little girl learns to talk Hopes he can get it all figured out before the judge says that he can walk

Chorus: Cause it’s hotwired, too tired from being who he’s been Car theft, what’s left he ain’t ever going back again He ain’t never going back to tie himself to the whipping pole His American dream’s like the county line sign that he shot full of holes

And two to four don’t seem like much till you’re stuck in an eight by ten He felt guilty damn near all his life and much more now than then He wrote a letter to Jesus last night and he nailed it up to the cross Yeah he’s free in his heart but at night in the dark, you know the man he’s still the boss

Chorus

He walked through the gate last Thursday and headed on into town What did he see but a Cadillac there with all it’s windows down

Chorus 2: And it’s broke down, hands bound and it's back to who he was No change it seems strange, it ain’t ever been push or shove And now he’s going back to tie himself to the whipping pole And his American dream the county sign that he shot full of holes