Lyrics:

Bobby came home with a fistful of green
Said he was gone like the breeze
I quite that old job took a walk in the park
Came back to grab you louise
She said I’ll grab my coat, take the name off of the mailbox
I’ve been waiting for this for years
Take all the money, and the gun out of the drawer
Tonight we’ll make it across Orleans
She said that I’ll go where you go, where we wanna be
She said that I’ll go where you go, where we wanna be
When we get to California, they’ll open the door for us
We’ll walk in like king and a queen
Maybe I’ll cut my hair short, paint my nails on the hood of a car
Convert and \'get real\'
But the wheels pulled over, at a gas station he told her
This walk in the park is on me
She said that I’ll go where you go
Where we wanna be
She said that I’ll go where you go
Where we wanna be
Yeah, It’s our American dream
Bobby came out, with blood on his shirt
The gun went off in his hand
I’ve got a fistful of green, we’re gone like the breeze
Louise I think that I’ve got a plan
She said that I’ll go where you go, where we wanna be
She said that I’ll go where you go, where we wanna be
She said that I’ll go where you go, where we wanna be
She said I’ll go where you go, where we wanna be
Its our American dream
American Dream
Quit that old job, took a walk in the park
Came back to grab you Louise