My First Job

My first job:

I was seventeen,

sweepin’ kiln ashes at an airplane factory.

Ten hours a day,

that was all they had for me.

They’d give me 55 bucks.

That was more than I’d need

to sleep like an enchilada

next to four other guys like me.

We had a pound a rice and a

couple dozen cans of beans.

And all the rest went to providin’

for my family.

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Oh, and ain’t that the American dream?

Yes, ain’t that the American dream?

Though it may not look like you’ve always seen

God bless the American dream.

God bless the American dream.

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My first job:

I was just fifteen,

cleanin’ up chicken waste at the chicken factory.

Ten hours a day,

that was all they had for me.

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they’d give me 55 bucks.

That was more than I’d need

to sleep like an enchilada

next to four other guys like me.

-

We had a pound a rice and a

couple dozen cans of beans.

And all the rest went to providin’

for my family.

-

oh, and ain’t that the American dream?

oh, ain’t that the American dream?

Though it may not look like you’ve always seen,

God bless the American dream.

God bless the American dream.

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Yes and, Father help these weary hands,

and bless these tired bones.

And if I die before I wake:

take my soul, and God, bless my family.

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and God, bless the American dream

God bless the American dream

Though it may not look like you’ve always seen

God bless the American dream