America

My daddy told me about the old glory days
But I made up my mind about daddys ways
We followed king to atlanta and got the slaves all free
And the ladies come out from behind the fans of gentry
America
America
How youve broken free
America
America
Was your destiny
I was at daddys bedside the night that he went
He whispered real sad «the south wont rise again»
Theyve all gone to chicago to lose the slow accent
Leaving me behind wondering where we went
America
America
Are you losing your mind
America
America
Dont leave me behind