American Land
Bruce Springsteen
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tabs & dicasChords... (Capo 5th Fret) EADGBeD: 000323G 320033A7sus4: 002232 Verse One...D G What is this land of America, soD many travel thereD I'm going now while I'm stillG A7sus4 young, my darling meet me thereD G Wish me luck my lovely, I'll sendD for you when I canD G And we'll make our home in theA7sus4 D D G A7sus4 American land---------------------------------- -|---------------------------------- -|-- The following verses follow the sa ---------------------------------- -|---------------------------------- -|--Verse Two... Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their kneesContinúa después del anuncioAnd children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands If you make your home in the American land Verse Three... There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there'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 Verse Four... I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands And I made my home in the American land Verse Five... There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there'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 Verse Six... The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too The Blacks, the Irish, the Italians, the Germans and the Jews The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home Come across the water with a fire down below Verse Seven... 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 dyin' now The hands that built the country we're all trying to keep down Verse Eight... There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there'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? Who will make his home in the American land? Who will make his home in the American land?