I successi di Bruce Springsteen
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Vocals
Ron Aniello
Guitar
Charlie Giordano
Accordion
Ross Petersen
Background Vocals
Clif Norrell
Background Vocals
Rob Lebret
Background Vocals
Max Weinberg
Drums
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
Stevie Van Zandt
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Ron Aniello
Producer
Ross Petersen
Engineer
Clif Norrell
Engineer
Rob Lebret
Engineer
Jon Landau
Executive Producer
Toby Scott
Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineer
Brad Townsend
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Schubert
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Testi
What is this land America, so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there the women wear silk and satin to their knees
Children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
If you make your home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
I docked at Ellis Island in the city of light and spire
Wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
Made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
We made our home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land
The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin' in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
Died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
Died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now
The hands that built the country we're always trying to keep down
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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