paroles de chanson America (Live) - Waylon Jennings

Some have said, down through history
If you last it′s a mystery
But I guess they don't know, what they′re talking about
From the mountains down to the sea
You've become such a habit with me
America, Amer-ica
Well I come from, down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
It don't matter where I may roam
Tell you people that it′s home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
And the men, who fell on the plains
And lived, through hardship and pain
America, Amer-ica
And the men who could not fight
In a war that didn′t seem right
You let them come home, America
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
Well I come from, down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
It don't matter where I may roam
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
Tell you people that it′s home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
America, Amer-ica
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
It's home sweet home, Amer-ica
America, Amer-ica