I know a womannHer husband died and he left her with two little childrennSo she went back to school and she got a degree in businessnYeah, now she owns onennAnd she taught those kids you can do anythingnWith the heart of a true believernYeah, she's an American dreamernnAnd I've got a womannAnd she waits for me with the light on ?cause she knows I'm comingnAnd she talks about babies and building a house in the countrynYeah, where it's sunnynnAnd she's got faith that can do anythingnBut she'll never know how much I need hernYeah, she's an American DreamernnBack in the sixties, well, Haggards in prisonnHe's thinking about writing a tunenAnd a guy named Armstrong was crazy enoughnTo think he could walk on the moonnnAnd a preacher named King, well, he had a dreamnHe believed we could all live as onenAnd a soldier somewhere is praying for peacenWhile he's cleaning his gunnnAmerican dreamersnnAnd I had a fathernHe said, son, if something ain't real then you don?t even bothernAnd he wasn't a saint but I'd swear the man walked on waternYeah, and he taught mennI ain't just a long-legged hell-raisingnSon of a pipe lining, honky-tonk singernYeah, I'm an American dreamernI'm an American dreamernnI'm an American dreamernI'm an American dreamer