Driv in’ down the street to day,

I saw a sign for lem on ade.

They were the cut est kids I’d ev er seen er in this front yard.

And As they hand ed me my glass,

smiled and think in’ to my self,

I was man, what a pic ture per fect post card this would make of (CN.C.)A mer i ca.

It’s a high school prom, it’s a Spring steen song, it’s a ride in a Chev ro let.

It’s a man on the moon, and fire flies in June and kids sell in’ lem on ade.

It’s cit (Gm)ies and farms, it’s o pen arms, one na tion un der God.

It’s A mer i ca.

Lat er on when I got home,

I saw I flipped the T V on.

I saw a lit tle town that some big twist er in tore a part.

And peo ple came from miles a round

just to help their neigh bors out.

I was think in’ a to my self, I’m so glad that I live in (CN.C.)A mer i ca.

It’s a high school prom, it’s a Spring steen song, it’s a ride in a Chev ro let.

It’s a man on the moon, and fire flies in June and kids sell in’ lem on ade.

It’s cit (Gm)ies and farms, it’s o pen arms, one na tion un der God.

It’s A mer i ca.

It’s A mer i ca.

Now (Gm)we don’t al ways get it all right.

There’s (Eb)no place else I’d rath er (F)build my life.

’Cause it’s a kid with a chance, it’s a rock and roll band, it’s a farm er cut tin’ hay.

It’s a big flag fly in’ in the sum mer wind o ver a fall en he ro’s grave.

It’s a high school prom, it’s a Spring steen song, it’s a wel come home pa rade.

It’s a man on the moon, and fire flies in June and kids sell in’ lem on ade.

It’s cit (Am)ies and farms, it’s o pen arms, one na tion un der God.

It’s A mer i ca,

oh.

It’s A mer i ca.