[ Предположительная тональность: D ] [Verse 1] A D Some have said, down through history. If you last it's a mystery. A D But I guess they don't know, what they're talking about. From the mountains A D down to the sea you've become such a habit with me America, A-m-e-r-i-ca. [Verse 2] D Well I come from, down round Tennessee. But the people in California A D are nice to me. A-m-e-r-i-ca.. It don't matter where I may roam. Tell your A D people that it's home sweet home. America, A-m-e-r-i-ca. [Chorus] G Bm And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too. And the red man A G A G is right, to expect a little from you. You promised and then followed through, D A A-m-e-r-i-ca. [Verse 3] A D All the men, who fell on the plains and who lived through hardship A D and pain. America, A-m-e-r-i-ca. And the men who could not fight in a war that A D didn't seem right. You let them come home, A-m-e-r-i-ca. [Lead] D A D [Chorus] G Bm And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too. And the red man A G A G is right, to expect a little from you. You promised and then followed through, D A A-m-e-r-i-ca. [Verse 2] D Well I come from, down round Tennessee. But the people in California A D are nice to me. A-m-e-r-i-ca.. It don't matter where I may roam. Tell your A D people that it's home sweet home. America, A-m-e-r-i-ca.
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