If I was born beneath a tree
Would I be the man I's called to be?
Caught in the net of pondering's tide
I realize
Would the poor be on my mind?
Would the wretchedness I try to hide
Carry me away, would I be saved?
The realize
That I am America's son
And I'm not the only one
I am America's son
And I'm not the only one
Would we whisper hand in hand?
Would I even be your chosen man?
So it goes to show, so it goes to show
It goes to show
That I am America's son
And I'm not the only one
I am America's son
And I'm so inclined to run
That I am America's son
And I'm not the only one
I am America's son
And I'm so inclined to run