God bless America again
You see all the troubles that she's in
Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes
And then God bless America again

God, I sure do wish You'd bless America again
You know like You did way back when it all began
You blessed her then but we just sorta kinda take it for granted
And never did ask again

So God just hold her hand that's all
And if she should stumble, please, don't let her fall

God bless America again
You see all the troubles that she's in
Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes
And then God bless America again

You know, I don't understand to everythin' I'm readin' here
About what's wrong with America
And if You don't have a lotta good learnin'
I guess there's a lotta things You don't understand

But let me say this God, she's like a mother to me
And though all I am or ever hope to be I owe to You and to her
Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes
And then God bless America again