Garth Brooks – American Dream (Guitar)

        Bm                 D
And the oil fields fed our family

            G              D
Beneath the amber waves of grain

Bm              D
God, he was our savior

           G                 A
Though his name was spoke in vain

   D                             Bm
My dad would leave for work each morning

       G               E
In the twilight's last gleaming

              D   G   D
Because every day I'd awaken

       Asus4 A  D
To the American Dream