Sara Messenger © 1997
They came to this country poorer than dirt
With a suitcase of dreams and a yearning to work
My granddaddy struggled, my daddy did too
And mama held me in her arms
When the tract house was new
And that’s when they made it in America
Back when a man could work so a woman could love
That’s when they made it in America
In the American dream they dreamed of
Now I’ve always driven an American car
And though I’ve driven it fast I never got very far
I drove it with spirit, I drove it with pride
On a five-liter stallion all my hopes would ride
But that’s when they made it in America
When a man could work so a woman could love
That’s when they made it in America
In the American dream I dreamed of
Now they try to divide the whites from the yolks
They try to turn you against other folks
But there’s enough for us, there’s enough for them
If we don’t let the rich man fool us again
They will call you names, they may call you trash
Try to convince you the market will crash
Then they’ll make you slave for less and less
But it’s them that’s stealing the earth from the rest
I’m not going back to that corporate store
I’m not giving my paycheck to that bossman no more
I’ll work for my neighbors, if I have to for free
Before I’ll be a slave for that big company
And we’ll fend for each other and make a new way
Like the pioneers of yesterday
And we’ll stand together, the red, white and black
And our love will bring America back
And that’s when we’ll make it in America
When men work together with women and love
That’s when we’ll make it in America
In the American dream I dream of
In the American dream we dream of
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