bill charlap
america [from west side story]
Some have said, down through history  If you last it's a mystery  But I guess they don't know, what they're talking about  From the mountains down to the sea  You've become such a habit with me  America, America   Well I come from, down around Tennesee  But the people in California  Are nice to me, America  It don't matter where I may roam  Tell you people that it's home sweet home  America, America   And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too  And the red man is right, to expect a little from you  Promise and then follow through, America   And the men, who fell on the plains  And lived, through hardship and pain  America, America  And the men who could not fight  In a war that didn't seem right  You let them come home, America   And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too  And the red man is right, to expect a little from you  Promise and then follow through, America   Well I come from, down around Tennesee  But the people in California  Are nice to me, America  It don't matter where I may roam   And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too  And the red man is right, to expect a little from you  Promise and then follow through, America   Tell you people that it's home sweet home  America, America  America, America   And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too  And the red man is right, to expect a little from you  Promise and then follow through, America   It's home sweet home, Amer-ica  America, America