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 |
