Waylon Jennings Lyrics

Album: Unknown

America Lyrics

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