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 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
America
Verse 2
(Аналогично Verse 1)
Last saw your face in a watercolor sky
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star
You gotta live with your dreams, don´t make them so hard
And these are the hands that built America
America
C Em F
Of all the promises, is this one we could keep
C Em F
Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach
Halle, holy
F#m E D
It´s early fall, there´s a cloud on the New York skyline
F#m E D
Innocence dragged across a yellow line
These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America
America
America
