1984
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, Amer-ica
Well I come from, down around Tennessee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
It don't matter where I may roam
Tell your people that it is home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
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, Amer-ica
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 them follow through, America
Well I come from, down around Tennessee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
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 your people that it is home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
America, Amer-ica
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, Amer-ica
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, Amer-ica
Well I come from, down around Tennessee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
It don't matter where I may roam
Tell your people that it is home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
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, Amer-ica
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 them follow through, America
Well I come from, down around Tennessee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
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 your people that it is home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
America, Amer-ica
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, Amer-ica
Contributed by Anonymous - 2010/10/27 - 05:09
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