America — Waylon Jennings

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 Tennesee But the people in California Are nice to me, Amer-ica It don't matter where I may roam Tell you people that it's home sweet home America, Amer-ica

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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 then follow through, America

Well I come from, down around Tennesee 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 you people that it's 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