My daddy told me about the old glory days
But I made up my mind about Daddy´s ways

We followed King to Atlanta and got the slaves all free
And the ladies come out from behind the fans of gentry

America
America
How you´ve broken free
America
America
Was your destiny

I was at Daddy´s bedside the night that he went
He whispered real sad "the south won´t rise again"
They´ve all gone to Chicago to lose the slow accent
Leaving me behind wondering where we went

America
America
Are you losing your mind
America
America
Don´t leave me behind