Sold American

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Faded, jaded, fallen cowboy star
Pawnshop's itching for your old guitar
Where you're going ain't nobody knows
The sequins have fallen from your clothes

Once you heard the Opry crowds applaud
Now you're hanging out at Fourth and Broad
From the rain-swept sidewalks, remembering the times
When coffee with a friend was just a dime

Everything's been sold American
Early Times are finished and the want ads have all been read
And everyone's been sold American
Been dreamin' dreams in a roll-away bed

Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost
Drooling eyes reflecting another morning lost
Hauled in by the Metro for killing time in pain
With the Singin' Brakeman screamin' through your veins

Everything's been sold American
Lonely nights just longin' for the death that never dies
Everyone's been sold American
Don't let me catch you laughin' when the jukebox cries

You told me you were born so much higher in life
But I see the faded pictures of your children and your wife
Now they're thumbin' through your wallet just trying' to find a name
It's almost as if they raised the price of fame

Everything's been sold American
No place to go and, brother, no place to stay
Everyone's been sold American
Just let that golden Greyhound roll your soul away

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Bob Shane (vocal, guitar), Pat Horine (vocal, guitar), Jim Connor (vocal, guitar, banjo, harmonica, bones, jews harp), Stan Kaess (bass), Frank Sanchez (drums):


Last revised: March 30, 2006.