Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen - American Land lyrics
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Whoa! What is this land America, so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American land Over there all the women wear silk and satin to their knees And children, dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands When you make your home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk, the gutters lined in song Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who'll make his home in the American land Whoa! Whoa! I docked at Ellis Island in the city of light and spire I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands We made our home in the American land Go! There's diamonds in the sidewalk, the gutters lined in song Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who'll make his home in the American land Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! ???! Come on! The McNicholas, the Posalskis, the Smiths, Zerillis too The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews They come across the water a thousand miles from home With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below They died building the railroads, they worked to bones and skin They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're still dying now Their hands that built the country we're always trying to keep out There's diamonds in the sidewalk, the gutters lined in song Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who'll make his home in the American land Who'll make his home in the American land Who'll make his home in the American land Whoa!