Bruce Springsteen - American land

What is this land, America
So many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young
My darling, meet me there
Wish me luck, my lovely
I'll send for you, when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land

Over there all the woman wear
Silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets
I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers
Straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk
The gutters lined in song
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Through the faucets, all night long
There's treasure for the taking
For any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

I docked at Ellis Island
In a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley
Of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities
With our sweat and two hands
And we made our home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk
The gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows
Through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking
For any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

The McNicholas, the Posalski's
The Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water, a thousand miles from home
With nothin’ in their bellies but the fire down below

They died building the railroads
Worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories
Names scattered in the wind
They died to get here, a hundred years ago
They're still dyin’ now
The hands that built the country
Were always trying to keep down

There's diamonds in the sidewalk
The gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows
Through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking
For any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land
Who will make his home in the American land
Who will make his home in the American land