Sammy Johns

America

Sammy Johns


Tom: D

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[Verse]
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Some have said, down through history
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If you last it's a mystery
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But I guess that they don't know  what they're talking about
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From the mountains down to the sea
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You've become such a habit to me
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America,  Amer-ica


[Verse]
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Well I come from, down ‘round Tennessee
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But the people in California
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Are nice to me, A-mer-ica
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And no matter how far you roam
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Tell your people this is home sweet home
  A             D
America,  Amer-ica


[Chorus]
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And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
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And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
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Promise and then follow through, America


[Verse]
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All the men, who fell down in their planes
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And who lived, through such hardship and pain
      A             D
For America, A mer-ica
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And the man who could not fight
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In a war that didn't seem right
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Let him come home, A-mer-ica
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Let him come home, A-mer-ica


[Chorus]
       G                                        Bm
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
                              A                   G
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
A                           G         D
Promise and then follow through, America


[Verse]
         D*           D*
All the men, who fell down in their planes
        D*                  D*
And who lived, through such hardship and pain
      A             D
For America, A mer-ica
         D*         D*
And the man who could not fight
     D*        D*
In a war that didn't seem right
A                         D
Let him come home, A-mer-ica
A                         D
His seeds are sown, A-mer-ica