“America”
If you last it’s a mystery
But I guess they don’t know, what they’re talking about
From the mountains down to the sea
You’ve become such a habit with me
America, America
Well, I come from, down around Tennessee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, America
It don’t matter where I may roam
Tell you people that it’s home sweet home
America, America
And my brothers are all black and white
Yellow too and the red man is right
To expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
All the men who fell on the plains
And lived through hardship and pain
America, America
And the men who could not fight
In a war that didn’t seem right
You let them come home, America
And my brothers are all black and white
Yellow too and the red man is right
To expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America
Well, I come from, down around Tennessee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, America
It don’t matter where I may roam
Tell you people that it’s home sweet home
America, America
America, America
It’s home sweet home, America
America, America…
About Waylon Jennings Lyrics
Artist: Waylon Jennings
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Born: June 15, 1937, Littlefield, Texas, United States
Died: February 13, 2002, Chandler, Arizona, United States
Grandchildren: Waylon Albert Jennings, Alabama Gypsy Rose Jennings
Songwriting partners: Willie Nelson, Jessi Colter, MORE
Awards: Country Music Association Award for Album of the Year, MORE
Nominations: Country Music Association Award for Album of the Year, MORE
Books: Waylon: An Autobiography, MORE