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fiogf49gjkf0d For my Father, who had dreams of coming to America. He was a driver for ESSO, and one night saw an antique dealer in Bermondsey market selling a china cabinet to the other dealers, and he started dealing antiques as a second job, one day taking a huge risk by emigrating the family to America for a better life.
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I remember when I was young
My Father took a job so we could run
Goin round, looking for another pound
He took a beating at the football ground
The day he met the girl from County Down
Pourin down, livin in a troubled town
He dreamed we'd all end up in America
For he believed in America
Gonna take our Sons to America
Fulfill your dreams in America
He saw the future from accross the street
On a lorry up in Bermondsey
Double-down, looking for another pound
Another pick up on a winter's night
Been limpin round another cold frostbite
On your toes, leave the shop to Jim and Rose
He dreamed we'd all end up in America
For he believed in America
Gonna take our Sons to America
Fulfill your dreams in America
They sailed a merchant ship accross the sea
Off to America with you and me
Slip and slide, to sell it on the other side
You put your back into a weekly wage
Saw the recession set you back a stage
Coming round, Looking for another town
He dreamed we'd all end up in America
For he believed in America
Gonna take our Sons to America
Fulfill your dreams in America
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