fires the bullets off Six hearts cut short Still dreaming they're alive Blown 'round in dusty circles Like an absent state of mind Who hunter? Who victim? God love America
depend upon There are places that you know And the faces of america Oh, where do they go, where did they go I was born on a farm, a mid-western farm
conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail Out on the southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kakakee And it rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin
back in our history The fish are few and the harbors are empty The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores The sheep are gone, the farms deserted It
amber waves of grain. America, America, g-d shed his grace on thee. All: For he's a fine abstanding patriotic, healthy normal American boy.
man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God It's America! It's America
the farm Staring out of this factory window Trying to make sense of it all I remember on this very spot, corn standing ten feet tall America, America
White people are so scared of black people They bulldoze out to the country And put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets And while America gets its
world am sad and dreary, Eb-rywhere I roam; Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home! 2nd verse All round de little farm
Irish hunger And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger Now the place was strange and work was scarce And all he knew was farming
animals again Rain-forests could grow without bein' chopped by men Kill the human reace; world would be a better place No traffic jam, no car-crash, no farm
here but war, Where the murdering cannons roar, And I wish I was at home in dear old Erin. I sold me horse and plough, Me little pigs and cow, And me little farm
grant her fair breezes Till we reach the green fields of America It's hard to be forced from the land that we live in Our houses and farms, all obliged
that you depend upon There are places that you know And the faces of America Oh, where did they go? Where did they go? I was born on a farm A midwestern farm
days of America Brother to brother, hand in hand Well these are the days of America Walking together through the promise land Right down the middle of America
he ain't prejudice he's just, made in america made in america made in america my old man's that old man, he's made in america america!
and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee And moves on along past houses, farms and fields Passin
Washington In the middle of the night, I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo, it really exists The American