D Bm G Dsus4 D G D Asus4 A D [Verse] 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