Letra da Música: America - Jennings Waylon

Some have said,done through history
If you last it's a mistery
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,A-merher-ica

Well i come from,down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me,A-merher-ica
It don't matter where i may roam
Tell you people that it's home sweet home
America,A-merher-ica

Chorus:
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 planes
And lived,through hardship and pain
America,A-merher-ica
And the men who could not fight
In a war that didn't seem right
You let them come home,A-merher-ica

Chorus.

Well i come from,down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me,A-merher-ica
It don't matter where i may roam
Tell you people that it's home sweet home
America,A-merher-ica
America,A-merher-ica

It's home sweet home,A-merher-ica
America,A-merher-ica