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• Artiste: Reckless Kelly
• Titre: North American Jackpot
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Sixty six days on the Mayflower long before the beacon hand Just lookin' for someplace where they could start over again And then slowly moving westward planting flags on stolen land Sometimes I sit and wonder what the dream looked like back then Oh, times they keep on changin' different roads and different oceans She tells me for how far we've come life still seems so damn hard Feeln' broke down on the golden road to unlimited devotion Watching satellites and airplane lights weave through these western stars Seems we hit the jackpot, baby, you and me We were born in North America in the twentieth century Send your tired your huddled masses send the homeless and the poor With open arms she offers all this new world can afford Now a few hundred years later we still search for something more As we watch the fading lamplight that once lit the golden door And as I walk these city streets I feel a stranger in my town I don't mind so much the people as the landmarks coming down Yet still we sleep in comfort with our shelter bread and wine Knowing that we're better off than any other place or time Seems we hit the jackpot, baby, you and me We were born in North America in the twentieth century We hit the jackpot, baby, you and me We were born in North America We were born in North America We were born in North America in the twentieth century