If you last it's a mystery
But I guess they don't know, what they're talking about
From the mountains down to the sea
You've become such a habit with me
America, America
Well I come from, down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, America
It don't matter where I may roam
Tell you people that it's home sweet home
America, America
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
And the men, who fell on the plains
And lived, through hardship and pain
America, America
And the men who could not fight
In a war that didn't seem right
You let them come home, America
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
Well I come from, down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, America
It don't matter where I may roam
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
Tell you people that it's home sweet home
America, America
America, America
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
It's home sweet home, Amer-ica
America, America
Some have said, down through history If you last it's a mystery But I guess they don't know, what they're talking about From the mountains down to the sea You've become such a habit with me America, America Well I come from, down around Tennesee But the people in California Are nice to me, America It don't matter where I may roam Tell you people that it's home sweet home America, America And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too And the red man is right, to expect a little from you Promise and then follow through, America And the men, who fell on the plains And lived, through hardship and pain America, America And the men who could not fight In a war that didn't seem right You let them come home, America And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too And the red man is right, to expect a little from you Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennesee But the people in California Are nice to me, America It don't matter where I may roam And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too And the red man is right, to expect a little from you Promise and then follow through, America Tell you people that it's home sweet home America, America America, America And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too And the red man is right, to expect a little from you Promise and then follow through, America It's home sweet home, Amer-ica America, America Explain Request ×
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