America - Waylon Jennings

Some have said, down through history 
If you last it's a mystery 
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, Amer-ica 

Well I come from, down around Tennesee 
But the people in California 
Are nice to me, Amer-ica 
It don't matter where I may roam 
Tell you people that it's home sweet home 
America, Amer-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 plains 
And lived, through hardship and pain 
America, Amer-ica 
And the men who could not fight 
In a war that didn't seem right 
You let them come home, America 

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 

Well I come from, down around Tennesee 
But the people in California 
Are nice to me, Amer-ica 
It don't matter where I may roam 

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 

Tell you people that it's home sweet home 
America, Amer-ica 
America, Amer-ica 

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 

It's home sweet home, Amer-ica 
America, Amer-ica