Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sounds Like America To Me, artist - Harry Chapin. Album song The Last Protest Singer, in the genre Date of issue: 05.05.2008
Record label: Chapin
Song language: English
Sounds Like America To Me |
| Well I don’t know about inflation |
| Who makes what inflate |
| Each new taste sensation |
| I don’t know why it rates |
| And though in my imagination |
| I’m sure of how I feel |
| My present hesitation |
| Is I’m afraid it’s real |
| Some times these days it’s hard to choose |
| The one right road to go |
| But this then is all I’m sure I know |
| I know when a child is hurting |
| That the silence can be wrong |
| I know that when old folks are helpless |
| I can’t just pass along |
| And I know when someone’s hungry |
| I can’t just sing this song |
| And when I hear somebody crying |
| I can’t just wonder who that it could be |
| Well I hear somebody crying now |
| And it sure sounds like America to me |
| Insecurity can beat me darling |
| But sometimes that’s where I’m at |
| So I hope that you can keep me darling |
| So that at least I can count on that |
| You see some things stir me deeply |
| Though I try to hide from pain |
| But wide awake or sleeping |
| Some questions still remain |
| Sometimes these days it’s hard to choose |
| The one right road to go |
| But this then is all I’m sure I know |
| You see I know when a child is hurting |
| That silence can be wrong |
| And I know that when old folks are helpless |
| I can’t just pass along |
| And I know when someone’s hungry |
| I can’t just sing this song |
| And when I hear somebody crying |
| I can’t just wonder who that it could be |
| And I hear somebody crying now |
| And it sure sounds like America to me |
| Sometimes a simple question |
| Is much better than the truth |
| Sometimes we need our experience |
| Sometimes we need our youth |
| Sometimes the signs pouring out to us |
| That we have lost our way |
| Sometimes the times are times that look |
| An awful lot like today |
| Sometimes these days it’s hard to choose |
| The one right road to go |
| But this then is all I’m sure I know |
| I know when a child is hurting |
| That silence can be wrong |
| I know that when old folks are helpless |
| I can’t just pass along |
| And I know when someone’s hungry |
| I can’t just sing this song |
| And when I hear somebody crying |
| I can’t just wonder who that it could be |
| Well I hear somebody crying now |
| And it sure sounds like America to me |