Marty Robbins - The American Dream

Well the sun's settin' on the veranda
As the ceilin' fan stirs the air
I pour me another a-what I've been drinkinSit back in my wicker chair
She's still in that big house in Houston
Where we tried to find happiness
Somehow I know she would not understand it
If she could see me like this

There's no lawn to mow 'cause the grass dosen't grow
People get high every day
It's a little bit hotter ya can't drink the water
A dollar still goes a long way
Tequila is sweet, senoritas are neat
And peace of mind is free
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream