Lyrics God's Country - Harold Arlen

Hear ye, if you′re frowning and worrying
Hear ye, if your life is all wrong
Stand up! This is no time for worrying!
Stand up and give out with a song!
Hi there neighbor, goin' my way,
East or West on the Lincoln Highway?
Hi there, Yankee, give out with a great big thank-ee
You′re in God's Country.
Where grass is greener, timber taller,
Mountains bigger and troubles smaller.
Hi there chappie, look over the seas, be happy,
You're in God′s Country.
A hundred million rooters can′t be wrong,
So give a hand, give a hand,
Give a cheer for your land,
Where smiles are broader, freedom greater.
Every man is his own dictator.
And what's more we are...
So happy to have F. D. R.
Running God′s Country!
If your point of view is drab take a swift vacation
Fill your car with what it takes and drive around the nation
Leave your troubles all behind, dust off your machinery
Sweep those cobwebs off you mind and view this nation's scenery
Lean your faces to the east, watch a lovely sunrise...
Fill your soul with morning sun
There is what and must be done
You will find it lots of fun
If you stand up and sing...!
Skies bluer, God′s Country.
Hearts truer, God's Country.
All of you who think it′s so much easier to give in.
Count your many blessings for this wondrous land we live in.
Love it's highways, love it's alleys,
Rocky Mountains and Rudy Vallees!
Hi there, neighbor, you don′t need sword or sabre
You′re in God's Country.
We′ve got no ducé, We've got no fuhrer.
But we′ve got Garbo and Norma Shearer.
Got no goosestep,
But we've got a Suzie Q step.
Here in God′s country.
A hundred million rooters can't be wrong,
So give a hand, give a smile,
Give a cheer for the land!
We've got Nelson Eddy, lots of others.
We′ve got three of the four Marx Brothers.
High there Yankee, give out with a great big thank-ee,
You′re in God's - God′s Country.
We've got no Mussolini, got no Mosley
But we′ve got Popeye and Gypsy Rose Lee
Hi there, Yankee, give out with a great big thank-ee
You're in God′s Country.
Let's drink a toast to Uncle Sammy
Jessel's mother and Jolson′s mammy
Benny′s Jello and a guy called Fiorello,
In La Gu-a-rd-ia's Country!
A hundred million rooters can′t be wrong,
So give a hand, give a hand,
Give a cheer for the land!
We've got no Trotsky, got no Stalin,
But we′re got Fred and Gracie Allen,
Hi there, Yankee, give out with a great big thank-ee
You're in God′s Country.
A hundred million rooters can't be wrong,
So give a hand, give a hand,
Give a cheer for the land!
Where wheels are whirling, whistles blowing,
Milk and honey are overflowing,
Hi there, neighbor, cheer up Capital and Labor,
You're in God′s Country!
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We′ve got nylon, Super Market,
Cadillac and no place to park it
Hi there, Chappy, Look over the world, be happy
You're in God′s Country
Sing out, sweet land in tones or-ches-tral
For low col-lat'-tral and high cho-lest′- rol
There's no neighbor can tell capital from labor
Here in God′s Country
Ten million rock-n-rollers can't be wrong,
So give a yell, give a yell
Give a shout, all is well!
Let's hail the land of do and dare-do
Groucho′s mustache and Jaqu′line's hair-do
Hi there, Yankee, Give out with a great big thank-ee
You′re in God's, God′s Country!