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What is this land of America, so many travel there |
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I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there |
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Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can |
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And we'll make our home in the American land |
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Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees |
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And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees |
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Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands |
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If you make your home in the American land |
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There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song |
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Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long |
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There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man |
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Who will make his home in the American land |
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I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire |
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I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire |
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We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands |
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And I made my home in the American land |
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There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song |
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Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long |
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There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man |
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Who will make his home in the American land |
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The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too |
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The Blacks, the Irish, the Italians, the Germans and the Jews |
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The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home |
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Come across the water with a fire down below |
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They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin |
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They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind |
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They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now |
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The hands that built the country we're all trying to keep down |
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There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song |
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Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long |
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There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man |
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Who will make his home in the American land |
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Who will make his home in the American land |
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Who will make his home in the American land |