American Land - Bruce Springsteen

American Land(Live) - Bruce Springsteen
What is this land of 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
If you make your home in the American land
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
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
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, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, 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
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 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