My country 'tis of thee My Jesus can't you see I'm blue (hey, hey, hey) Well I went up to San Diego, L.A. On up to the tip top of Seattle in the trees and the rain California, Oregon, and Washington Beauty that surrounds you is clear, clean and clear But they've even got troubles In the Evergreen State People crying "Lord have mercy get me out of here" Chorus 1: So many troubles in this country Some folks say "God has moved and gone away" So many trials and tribulations here Some say "God has packed His bags and moved away" But I say just as long as a little bit of love survives Jesus is still in the U.S.A. Well you might be disgusted Thinking nobody really cares You might not think that God is here at all But don't give up, don't ya give up Because you cannot see, no, oh Problems in the heart of Kansas Flash floods and the tornadoes live in the stormy plains People, people freezing in the Minnesota winds, yeah And the restless burn, burn, burn down in New Orleans There's still some parts of Texas Not safe for some to be seen Lord somebody gotta tell me why New Yorkers Got to be so mean? Oh yeah, yeah Chorus 2: So many troubles in this country Folks say "God has moved and He's gone away" say "He's gone away" So many troubles in this country Folks say "God has packed His bags and gone, He's gone away, far away" oh yeah But I say just as long as a little bit of love survives Jesus is still in the U.S.A. Jesus is still in the U.S.A. Oh and He ain't goin no where