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[Verse]
Bm D
And the oil fields fed our family
G D
Beneath the amber waves of grain
Bm D
God, he was our savior
G A
Though his name was spoke in vain
D Bm
My dad would leave for work each morning
G E
In the twilight's last gleaming
D G D
Because every day I'd awaken
Asus4 A D
To the American Dream