"American Dream" lyrics

Coming down from a daily high, that
Sun's beaming from the sky, there's
Still a tear left in my eye
From the day you left this world

There's a hole in my favorite boots
I got a good scar from the bucking chutes
I need a new guitar, but what's the use?
Nobody hears me play

Whoa, I'm just broke in a rich man's world
Whoa, these dreams are taking me for a whirl
Whoa, can't you hear the beauty in the songs I sing?
But the whiskey's nice and the weather is right
Upon my American dream

Can't afford the bills this month
My old truck's just a-giving up
Gotta get to work, but there's no rush
'Cause an hour makes fifteen

Whoa, I'm still broke in a rich man's world
Whoa, these dreams are taking me for a whirl
Whoa, can't you hear the pain in the songs I sing?
And the whiskey's nice and the weather is right
Upon my American dream

Whoa, I'm still broke in a rich man's world
Whoa, these dreams are taking me for a whirl
Whoa, can't you hear the pain in the songs I sing?
But the whiskey's nice and the weather's right
Upon my American dream
Yeah, the whiskey's nice and the weather is right
Upon my American dream