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I was ten, I was thin
I was playing first base
With a second hand glove
And dirt on my face
In no where Virginia
Who'd ever figure
That kid in the yard
Would go very far

Cause 419 Lakewood
Had no silver spoons
Just an old beat up upright
That played out of tune
Now I'm singing and living
The life that I love
And when I count my blessings
I thank God I was

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An American child
An American child
Cause dreams can grow wild
Born inside an American Child

7 pounds 3 ounces
She's got my nose
And she's into my heart
As deep as it goes
With a promise that's more
Than just someone's last name
Anyone's equal
In late august came

Chorus

My grandfather would have been 80 today
But in '45 he fell down beside an American child

Chorus

An American child
Whoa...

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