American Land Teclado

	  

Verse One... 

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?