America Is - B.J. Thomas

America is a sharecropper’s son

Who plays a guitar

And grows up to be a rock and roll star

Yes even a sharecopper’s son can go far

In America

America is an immigrant’s daughter

With something to say

Who grows up to be a writer one day

An immigrant’s daughter can turn out ok

In America

America

You can build a bigger bridge

You can make a better car

Erect a building tall enough to almost touch a star

Anything you can dream you can do

It’s up to you

America is the cop on the beat

Who walks all alone

And offers his life to safeguard your own

Like so many heroes unsung and unknown

In America

America is the telephone man

On top of a pole

The miner who digs deep down in a hole

And each one in search of his own private goal

In America

America

You can build a stronger dam

You can make a faster plane

Irrigate a barren desert that is crying out for rain

Anything you can dream you can do

It’s up to you

America is

The light in the harbor

That immigrants see

That tells them they’ve reached the land of the free

And that is the way it always will be