Lletres:
America The Farm

conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail Out on the southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kakakee And it rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin

amber waves of grain. America, America, g-d shed his grace on thee. All: For he's a fine abstanding patriotic, healthy normal American boy.

the farm Staring out of this factory window Trying to make sense of it all I remember on this very spot, corn standing ten feet tall America, America

world am sad and dreary, Eb-rywhere I roam; Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home! 2nd verse All round de little farm

animals again Rain-forests could grow without bein' chopped by men Kill the human reace; world would be a better place No traffic jam, no car-crash, no farm

grant her fair breezes Till we reach the green fields of America It's hard to be forced from the land that we live in Our houses and farms, all obliged

days of America Brother to brother, hand in hand Well these are the days of America Walking together through the promise land Right down the middle of America

and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee And moves on along past houses, farms and fields Passin

from your friends, from ya-- Run for your life, for your friends, for ya-- American, merica, meri-- Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi-- The prairie, the frontier, the perfect farm