Lyrics:

Won't you take my hand Won't you be my friend Take my advice, go away When the days get short and the chips are down Will you be there, will you stick around And if thou shalt give Thou shalt be deceived This traveling band was not well received No open arms or reception lines Just handlebars wearing five-point stars Am I living in your dream We got the guns A thousand to one, a thousand to one He's the man, he's the man He's the man who loved life Served by different stories Am I living in your dream Pretty metal green Can I ride upon your wings so free In the canyon walls there's a trusty lot The stakes were high And the son was hot You can rest assured as casinos rise Buzz around my ears like the dragonflies Am I living in your dream We've got the guns A thoughsand to one, a thousand to one He's the man, he's the man He's the man who loved life Served by different shores Am I living in your dream Pretty metal green Am I living in your dream so real Heard a million stories Am I living in your dream Pretty metal green Am I living in your dream... Copyright (c) 1997 American Recordings