Bruce Springsteen - American Land lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - American Land lyrics]
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 Posalskis
The Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians
The Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a
Thousand miles from home
With nothing 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 dying now
The hands that built the country we’re
Always trying to keep down
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
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 Posalskis
The Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians
The Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a
Thousand miles from home
With nothing 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 dying now
The hands that built the country we’re
Always trying to keep down
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