Dum dum, da-doo-dum, da-doo-dum, dum dum
Dum dum, da-doo-dum, dum dum, da-doo-dum
Dum dum, da-doo-dum, da-doo-dum, dum dum

Beyond our winds, past our border
In these sun countries of sand and stone
Where despite the crosses and despite the prayers
The gods have forgotten these cursed lands

In his poor suitcase, his meager belongings
A common story of man and misery
He holds in his shirt his ultimate riches
His two brave arms, his rough youth
And against his skin, like an Inca treasure
His name on a visa for the U.S.A.

But long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)
Long is the road (American)

(My dream is called America)

On highway sixty one, the shadow of a Zimmerman
Ten trains of losers for one Rockefeller
Burning his skin to be a Battling Joe
When every hope is measured in dollars

Up to the banners where the stars are displayed
Under the lights, everything is white, clean and rich
From Black Thursday to the blues of John Ford
In every story hides a gold seeker

But long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)
Long is the road (American)

Got my shoes (oh, my Lord)
Got my hands(oh, my Lord)
Nothing to lose (oh, my Lord)
But oh, my Lord (oh, my Lord)
Got my faith (oh, my Lord)
Got my Lord (oh, my Lord)
And I'm free!

(American, American)
(American, American)

But long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)
Long, long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)

(American, American)
(American, American)
(American, American)
(American, American)

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