I Am American

I Am American

My name is Mr. Jones,

I’ve been driven from my home,

By the bankers, with the sheriff, in the shadows.

The investment that I made and the thousands that I paid,

Was just a gamble.

All that’s left is rusted rails

And the feeling that I failed

And the blackness in the sky on the horizon.

And an emptiness that says, You’re no better than the rest,

Likes it’s something I’ve done.

Chorus:

Shine your light on me,

Shine your light on me.

Baby’s crying, tears are choken

Mama’s struggling, Dad is broken…

Rome didn’t change in a day,

it just came and went that way,

Like Goliath in his prime and all his glory.

Pride before the fall, before the bubble broke,

same old story.

Ten thousand in the street,

Can only draw the heat,

But I feel so all alone – in the cold

Doing nothing about nothing’s gotten old.

Chorus:

Shine your light on me,

Shine your light on me.

Tempers burning, words are spoken,

Sticks and stones fly, bones are broken…

I am American!

I am American!

I am a free man, I will endure the heat…

We’ll take it to the polls, we’ll take it to the street.

My name is Mr. Jones,

I’ve been driven from my home,

By the bankers, with the sheriff, in the shadows.

The foundation that I made

The plans that I layed

Is all in shambles, shambles, shambles