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American Spring
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American Spring was released on September 21, 2004 by Rainman Records (RED) as a part of the album American Spring
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Release DateSeptember 21, 2004
LabelRainman Records (RED)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM57

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Mix
The Mix
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Greg Anton
Greg Anton
Songwriter

Lyrics

I was born one American spring
Neck in a noose, arm in a sling
Rolled from my cradle cold and numb
Crawled to the road, stuck out my thumb
Six days and nights without a ride
Seventh someone pulled aside
Picked me up where I lay dead
And knocked some sense into my head
I was born one American spring
Bright dawn of the reckoning
Clouds had faces, feet had wings
I grew up learning American things
Star-spangled church of the grand old flag
Not some blood-soaked mop-up rag
Cops were good, crooks were bad
Rights were something everyone had
American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Stars and bones flying in your hair
Electric music in your stare
Gambled with the bone man one dark night
Forty-nine cards, we were three jacks light
Couldn't tell an ace from a deuce by feel
Bone man said, "Shut up and deal"
I built your house and I laid your floor
I carried your flag and I fought your war
Silver pistol on your thigh
Cold blue thunder in your eyes
American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Stars and bones flying in your hair
Electric music in your stare
American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Of all the hanging ropes you swing
Of all the bells you never ring
Never ring
Swore allegiance nearly every day
Hand on heart, "under God" we prayed
Just like religion under holy skies
Visions of the stars and stripes
None of that makes sense no more
Thick black waves lap on the shore
Inner city gunshots ring
There's nothing left to do but sing
American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
All the hanging ropes you swing
Of all the bells you never ring
Written by: Greg Anton, Robert Hunter
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