North American Jackpot

(альбом: American Jackpot / American Girls - 2020)

Sixty six days on the Mayflower long before the beacon hand
Just looking for someplace where they could start over again
And then slowly moving westward planting flags on stolen land
Sometimes I sit and wonder what the dream looked like back then

Oh, times they keep on changing different roads and different oceans
She tells me for how far we've come life still seems so damn hard
Feeln' broke down on the golden road to unlimited devotion
Watching satellites and airplane lights weave through these western stars

Seems we hit the jackpot, baby, you and me
We were born in North America in the twentieth century

Send your tired your huddled masses send the homeless and the poor
With open arms she offers all this new world can afford
Now a few hundred years later we still search for something more
As we watch the fading lamplight that once lit the golden door

And as I walk these city streets I feel a stranger in my town
I don't mind so much the people as the landmarks coming down
Yet still we sleep in comfort with our shelter bread and wine
Knowing that we're better off than any other place or time

Seems we hit the jackpot, baby, you and me
We were born in North America in the twentieth century

We hit the jackpot, baby, you and me
We were born in North America
We were born in North America
We were born in North America in the twentieth century