this is america

THIS IS AMERICA    dmarsh music ©2005

It's a white linen tablecloth from a dime store
A weathered old hat on a nail by the door
Linoleum worn thin at a small town cafe
Or homemade ice cream after church on Sunday

It's Christmas with family and a candle light dinner
Or picking six numbers, hoping your the next winner
It's a high school reunion on the fourth of July
And a dance at Gruene Hall on Saturday night

This is America
The home of the brave and free
We can follow our dreams
Where ever they lead
This is America

It's running for office in your local election
The privilege to vote and help make the selection
It's going to worship where ever we want to
Or not going at all if that's what you choose

It's a new born baby in the arms of its mother
Or people in need helping out one another
It's the strength and the courage in the dawns early light
It's rising above when there's no hope in sight

This is America
The home of the brave and free
We can follow our dreams
Where ever they lead
This is America

I'm a coal miners son from the hills of Kentucky
I'm a millionaires daughter, sometimes were born lucky
I'm a veteran who dreams of all the old days
I'm an angry young man and I've got something to say

We're farmers and ranchers out in the fields
We're the movers and shakers making the deals
We're teachers and students and truck drivers too
We're the cops and fire fighters
We're the red white and blue!

THIS IS AMERICA
THE HOME OF THE BRAVE AND FREE
WE CAN FOLLOW OUR DREAMS
WHERE EVER THEY LEAD
THIS IS AMERICA

Oh beautiful
 for spacious sky
For amber waves of grain