| 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 |