American Boy

i met a strange man   walking in a foreign land  he sang me the stars and stripes  he was proud of his levi’s and his cowboy boots  on these he built his dreams both day and night  well, he told me he wants to go to gold mountain   where the waters run clear  cuz all of your dreams will come true on gold mountain  and all the pain disappears  and he told his ma: sometimes you got to hurt somebody  when you gotta leave the ones you love  sometimes you got to hurt somebody  cuz i’m feeling hurt here 
singing hurt here 
crying hurt here 
i’m dreamin hurt here 
i’m singing hurt here i’m crying, dreaming, laughing, reeling in pain    he said: i am an american boy in my heart of hearts, walking a lonely road  i got my freedom when i was 17, and now i’m gonna go home  i’m gonna go home to america land so nice  i’m gonna go home to america land so nice    well, they all come looking for a miracle  they all come looking for a miracle  yeah they all come looking for a miracle  hungry and cold, near comatose  yeah they all come looking for a miracle  some die on the boats some die on the shores  yeah they all come looking, they all come looking, oh    well, i tried and i tried, oh how i tried  to tell that madman there ain’t no magic pony ride  no but he wouldn’t hear me he had zombie in his eyes  yeah he wanted his virgin girl, not a woman of the night