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 What is this land America so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American land Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands When you make your home in the American Land There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American Land I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands And we made our home in the American Land There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American Land The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis, too The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews Come across the water a thousand miles from home With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind They died to get here a hundred years ago they're still dyin now The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down There's diamonds in the sidewalk the gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American Land Who will make his home in the American Land Who will make his home in the American Land
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Copyright ©2006 Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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