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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