North American Jackpot - Reckless Kelly

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

Still, 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