From the recording Dust Bowl

Lyrics

I Come From America ©
words and music Grant Maloy Smith

Can you see the Texas in my eyes? I left her but she’s still strong in me We broke down in Kingman So we walked to Bakersfield Don’t you know the mother road? I come from America, America, America I come from America, America’s from me Can you hear the pilgrim in my voice? Blown ashore by unforgiving winds Beggars can’t be choosers But we choose to still be men Don’t you know – don’t you know? I come from America, America, America I come from America, America’s from me We’re the desperate and unwanted We’re the strangers from the shanty side of town Do my eyes look proud but haunted That’s the destiny in me That’s the Texas that you see Can you feel the prairie in my skin? Baked and brown With work and sweat and tears Daddy always told me That the dirt would take us in Don’t you know - don’t you know? I come from America, America, America I come from America, America’s from me
I come from America, America, America I come from America, America’s from me