America

My daddy told me about the old glory days

But I made up my mind about daddy's 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 you've broken free

America, America

Was your destiny

I was at daddy's bedside the night that he went

He whispered real sad, "The south won't rise again"

They've 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

Don't leave me behind