American Land

作词 : Bruce Springsteen

作曲 : Bruce Springsteen

What is this land of 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 river straight into your hands

If you make your home in the American land

There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's 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 spire

I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire

We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands

And I made my home in the American land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's 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

They 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 dyin' now

The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down

There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's 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