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 peopel 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, America
America, America