Tekster: Sarah Buxton. Sarah Buxton. American Daughters.

I left Lawrence, Kansas,
At the age of seventeen,
To chase down my own version,
Of the American dream..
Cowboy boots, a tie-dye dress,
In Mom's ol' mini-van:
If a girl like me can do it, sister,
I believe anybody can.

Oh, the land, she is my mother;
And freedom is my father.
Yeah, and I am one of many,
Strong, proud and beautiful American daughters.

I got married way too young:
No-one's fault but mine.
An' it hurts when you grow,
But you learn as you go that nothin' heals like time.
I found my Faith in God,
An' my first apartment on my own.
An' now no matter where I ever go,
I know I'll never be alone.

'Cause the land, she is my mother;
Yes, and freedom,
(Freedom.)
Is my father.
Yeah, and I am one of many,
Strong, proud and beautiful American daughters.

Resurrection Bay, Alaska;
The Flinthills Roll in Kansa;
Time Square, New York City;
The Mississippi delta;
Anywhere in Texas;
Redstone, Colorado;
Sedona, Arizona;
The PCA to California;
It's all home sweet home.

'Cause the land, she is my mother;
Yes, and freedom,
(Freedom.)
Is my father.
Yeah, and I am one of many,
Strong, proud and beautiful;
We're all strong, proud and beautiful;
Yeah, we're strong, proud and beautiful American daughters.
Strong, proud American daughters, yeah.