Springsteen, Bruce – 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 river straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American Land

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

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
We made our home in the American Land

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

The McNicholas and the Posalskis, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
They come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below

They died building the railroads, they 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 were always trying to keep down

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

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