America
Songwriters: Ennis, Sue; Wilson, Ann
America, America
America, America
Was your destiny
I was at daddy's bedside the night that he went
And the ladies come out from behind the fans of gentry
America, America
America, America
Leaving me behind wondering where we went
We followed king to Atlanta and got the slaves all free
How you've broken free
They've all gone to Chicago to lose the slow accent
Are you losing your mind?
He whispered real sad, "The south won't rise again"
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