| D | G | D | |
| What is this land of America, so | many travel | there |
| D | G | A7sus4 | |
| I'm going now while I'm still young, my | darling meet me | there |
| D | G | D | |
| Wish me luck my lovely, I'll | send for you when I | can |
| D | G | A7sus4 | D | D | G | A7sus4 | |
| And we'll | make our | home in the | American | land |
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| The following verses follow the same chord progression as the 1st... |
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| Verse Two... |
| 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 |
| Verse Three... |
| 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 |
| Verse Four... |
| 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 |
| Verse Five... |
| 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 |
| Verse Six... |
| The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too |
| The Blacks, the Irish, the 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 |
| Verse Seven... |
| 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 we're all trying to keep down |
| Verse Eight... |
| 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? |