When I was just a little boy
My daddy told me, “Son,
Take pride in everything you do,
You’re an American.
There’s many lands for you to see,
But if you choose to roam,
Don’t ever you forget, my boy,
America’s your home.”
Then as I grew into a man,
I looked around to see
That there weren’t quite so many folks
Who felt the same as he.
They’ve taken her for granted and
They trash her all the time,
And though she’s not as beautiful,
I’m proud to say she’s mine.
America, America, I sing this song for thee.
Though others often put you down,
You’re home sweet home for me.
America, America, may God smile down on you,
And help us all regain our pride
In our red, white, and blue.
Now I’ve been blessed to have a child,
A daughter of my own,
And I am so impressed with all
She’s learned as she has grown,
But I can’t help but wonder if
She’ll ever share the thrill
I’ve had in loving this great land.
I somehow think she will.
Oct. 8, 1990
Original song created using SunoAI
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