American Land - Bruce Springsteen

What is this land 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 rivers straight into your hands

When you make your home in the American Land

There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the’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 spires

She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire

We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands

And we made our home in the American Land

There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the’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 Posalskis, the Smiths, Zerillis, too

The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews

Come across the water a thousand miles from home

With nothing in their bellies but the 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 still dying now

The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down

There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the’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