F#m E D
Oh my love, it's a long way we've come
F#m E D
From the freckled hills, to the steel and glass canyons
Am G D
From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky
Am G D
From digging in our pockets, for a reason not to say goodbye
F#m E D
These are the hands, that built America
F#m E D
Ahhhh America
F#m E D
Last saw your face, in a water colour sky
F#m E D
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
Am G D
I took your kiss, on the spray of the new land star
Am G D
You gotta live with your dreams, don't make them so hard, humm humm
F#m E D
And these are the hands, that built America
F#m E D
Ahhhh America
C Em F
Of all of the promises, is this one we could keep?
C Em F
Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach
F
Halle, Ole
Am G D)
F#m E D
It's early fall, there's a cloud on the New York sky line
F#m E D
Innocence, dragged across a yellow line
F#m E D
These are the hands that built America
F#m E D
These are the hands that built America
F#m E D
Ahhhh America
F#m E D Am
Ahhhh America