| See him driving those golden nails
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| that hold together the silver bars
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| That one day gonna take us to the stars
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| cos he’s the man who built America
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| See him walking the golden wire
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| a million miles from his starting place
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| and see the world reflected in his face
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| cos he’s the man who built America
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| You coloured kids on the border line
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| and all you golden children of the sun
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| He’s father to you each and everyone
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| cos he’s the man who built America
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| Building them up, your dreams
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| tell me, who’s gonna knock them down
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| Not him, not the man who built America
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| In every precinct a golden mile
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| in every doorway stands heart’s desire
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| but see him crouching running through the fire
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| cos he’s the man who built America
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| You kill the rich and you con the poor
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| You stalk the streets with your 45's
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| but no-one's going to take the man alive
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| cos he’s the man who built America. |