The Hands That Built America

F#m     E            D 
Oh, my love, it‘s a long way we?ve come 
F#m                E            D 
From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons 
Am                        G                  D 
From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky 
Am                                 G                  D 
From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye 
 
F#m           E                D 
These are the hands that built America 
F#m  E   D 
         America 
 
Verse 2 
 
(Аналогично Verse 1) 
 
Last saw your face in a watercolor sky 
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye 
I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star 
You gotta live with your dreams, don‘t make them so hard 
 
And these are the hands that built America 
America 
 
C           Em               F 
Of all the promises, is this one we could keep 
C               Em                      F 
Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach 
Halle, holy 
 
F#m         E                D 
It‘s early fall, there‘s a cloud on the New York skyline 
F#m  E      D 
Innocence dragged across a yellow line 
 
These are the hands that built America 
These are the hands that built America 
America 
America