America

Some have s[D]aid,done through history

        If you last it's a mistery
        But i g[A]uess they don't know,what they're talking a[D]bout
        From the mo[D]untains down to the sea

        You've become such a habit with me
           [A]              [D]
        America,[A]-merher-ica

        Well i come [D]from,down around Tennesee

        But the people in California
        Are ni[A]ce to me,A-merher-i[D]ca
        It don't ma[D]tter where i may roam

        Tell you people that it's home sweet home
           [A]              [D]
        America,[A]-merher-ica

        And my bro[G]thers are all black and white,yello[Bm]w too
        And the red man is right,to ex[A]pect a little from[G] you
        Pro[A]mise and then follow thr[G]ough,Ameri[D]ca

        And the m[D]en,who fell on the planes

        And lived,through hardship and pain
           [A]              [D]
        America,[A]-merher-ica
        And the m[D]en who could not fight

        In a war that didn't seem right
        You let [A]them come home,A-merher-i[D]ca

Chorus.

        Well i come f[D]rom,down around Tennesee

        But the people in California
        Are ni[A]ce to me,A-merher-i[D]ca
        It don't ma[D]tter where i may roam

        Tell you people that it's home sweet home
           [A]              [D]
        America,[A]-merher-ica
           [A]              [D]
        America,[A]-merher-ica

        It's [A]home sweet home,A-merher-[D]ica
           [A]              [D]
        America,[A]-merher-ica

Thanks to David M. Potter for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir.