Boxcar Willie America
My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee, I sing. Land where my Fathers died, Land of the Pilgrim's pride. From every mountainside, Let freedom ring. My native country, thee, Land of the noble of free. Thy name I love. I love thy rocks and rhylls. I would stand, temple hilt. My heart with rapture, thrill. Like that above.
Our Father's God to thee, Author of liberty, To thee, we sing. Long may our land be prime, With freedom, totally, like, Protect us by thy might, Great God our King.
