Songs Inspired by the Novel

*Confirmed either through album liner notes or published interviews that specifically mention the artist’s sources of inspiration.
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American Dream by Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young

I used to see you on every T.V.
Your smiling face looked back at me.
I used to see you on every T.V.
Your smiling face looked back at me.

Then they caught you with the girl next door,
People’s money piled on the floor,
Accusations that you try to deny,
Revelations and rumors begin to fly.

Now you think about reaching out
Try to get some help from above.
Now you think about reaching out
Try to get some help from above.
Reporters crowd around your house.
Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds,
Speculating what they may find out,
It don’t matter now, you’re all washed up.

You wake up in the middle of the night.
Your sheets are wet and your face is white,
You tried to make a good thing last,
How could something so good, go bad, so fast?

American dream, American dream
American dream, American dream.

Don’t know when things went wrong,
Might have been when you were young and strong.
Don’t know when things went wrong,
Might have been when you were young and strong.

Reporters crowd around your house.
Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds,
Speculating what they may find out,
It don’t matter now, you’re all washed up.

Don’t know when things went wrong,
Might have been when you were young and strong.
American dream, American dream.
Don’t know when things went wrong,
Might have been when you were young and strong.
American dream, American dream.


California Sky by Bastard Songs of Johnny Cash

With a pick and a shovel, an axe and a gun
just a sweating like the guilty in the mid-day sun
out in Oklahoma where the hard winds blow
so I headed out west while I was still young, yes I did

Well I crossed the Pedernales and the Rio Grande
and when I reached the Colarado I drunk it down
I wanna cool my soul in that blue blue sea
wanna see the Manzananeeta and the Joshua Tree

Chorus:
Well a star is shining bright
in the night, in the California sky

Down by the water and the sycamore trees
where a California girl made a man out of me
cool water running is a beautiful sound
so I took her by the hand and laid some deep roots down

Well the fox and the couger the hawk and the bear
said, “we got plenty good lead for ya’ll out here”
well I come from Oklahoma when I was quite young
with an old plowin’ mule and my daddy’s gun


Castles Made of Sand by Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream you’re a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, who’s heart was a frown
Cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldn’t speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more
But then a sight she’d never seen made her jump and say
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way

And it really didn’t have to stop, it just kept on going…

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually


One Friend by Dan Seals

I always thought you were the best
I guess I always will.
I always thought that we were blessed
And I feel that way still.
Sometimes we took the hard road
But we always saw it through.

If I had only one friend left
I’d want it to be you.

Sometimes the world was on our side
Sometimes it wasn’t fair.
Sometimes it gave a helping hand
Sometimes we didn’t care.

‘Cause when we were together
It made the dream come true.

If I had only one friend left
I’d want it to be you.

Someone who understands me
And knows me inside out.
Helps keep me together
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain
Someone to tell it to.

If I had only one friend left
I’d want it to be you.

Someone
And knows me inside out.
Helps keep me together
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain
Someone to tell it to.

If I had only one friend left
I’d want it to be you.


Rusty Old American Dream by David Wilcox

I don’t look all that ragged for all the time it’s been,
But I’m weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin.
And this year’s state inspection just barely passed
Won’t you drive me ‘cross the country, boy,
This year could be my last.

I’m a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
And I’m for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,
A rusty old American dream.

I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958,
Spent three days in the showroom, that’s all I had to wait.
I’ve been good to all who owned me, so have no fear;
C’mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here!

I’m a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,
And I’m for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,
A rusty old American dream.

This car needs a young man to own him
One who will polish the chrome,
I will give you the rest of my lifetime,
But don’t let me die here alone.
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a spin,
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carburetor,
And roar into life once again.

I’m a tail-fin road locomotive,
You can polish my chrome so clean
We can fly off into the sunset together,
A rusty old American dream.


Shot Full of Holes by Jason Boland and the Stragglers

He’s twenty one and jealous of the shadow outside the fence
Got a bible from his cellmate he’s searching for a second chance
Hopes than he can make it outside before his little girl learns to talk
Hopes he can get it all figured out before the judge says that he can walk

Chorus:
Cause it’s hotwired, too tired from being who he’s been
Car theft, what’s left he ain’t ever going back again
He ain’t never going back to tie himself to the whipping pole
His American dream’s like the county line sign that he shot full of holes

And two to four don’t seem like much till you’re stuck in an eight by ten
He felt guilty damn near all his life and much more now than then
He wrote a letter to Jesus last night and he nailed it up to the cross
Yeah he’s free in his heart but at night in the dark, you know the man he’s still the boss

Chorus

He walked through the gate last Thursday and headed on into town
What did he see but a Cadillac there with all it’s windows down

Chorus 2:
And it’s broke down, hands bound and it’s back to who he was
No change it seems strange, it ain’t ever been push or shove
And now he’s going back to tie himself to the whipping pole
And his American dream the county sign that he shot full of holes

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