Some have said, down through history
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If you last it’s a mystery
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But I guess they don’t know, what they’re talking about
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From the mountains down to the sea
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You’ve become such a habit with me
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America, America
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Well I come from, down around Tennesee
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But the people in California
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Are nice to me, America
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It don’t matter where I may roam
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Tell you people that it’s home sweet home
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America, America
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And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
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And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
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Promise and then follow through, America
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And the men, who fell on the plains
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And lived, through hardship and pain
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America, America
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And the men who could not fight
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In a war that didn’t seem right
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You let them come home, America
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And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
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And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
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Promise and then follow through, America
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Well I come from, down around Tennesee
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But the people in California
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Are nice to me, America
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It don’t matter where I may roam
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And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
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And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
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Promise and then follow through, America
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Tell you people that it’s home sweet home
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America, America
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America, America
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And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
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And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
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Promise and then follow through, America
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It’s home sweet home, Amer-ica
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America, America |