Where I’m from the whole world round, open my mouth there ain’t no doubt, you’ll know just how I’ll behave

Cause I’m your father and your son, your crazy uncle that son of a gun, your brother and your neighbor across the

Way.

Spacious skies, amber waves of grain, purple mountains, the fruited plains, our home, from New York to LA

We’re a people of the land, shaped by will and the potter’s hands, just as much the fire as we are the clay.

I have no other home

I’m a native of this land

My father’s father’s father tamed the wilds and the savage man

And I’m a proud father’s son. I’m a native american

We’re there any time you need a hand, to fight or rebuild if we can, sometimes to our own detriment.

We have our scars and we have our flaws, but there’s no other name you’d call, when the chips are down and all your

Money’s spent.

I have no other home

I’m a native of this land

My father’s father’s father tamed the wilds and the savage man

And I’m a proud father’s son. I’m a native american