As I was walking just along to Georgia, right about a hundred miles from Atlanta's line,
And early evening, and sun began a-dying, And over my shoulder, neath the hills behind,
Just a-walkin' with my shadow, and steppin' out before me, And listenin' for a wagon, comin' down the road,
Hey!
But I guess I picked a bad day, for walkin' down to Georgia,
Cause I haven't seen a wagon, with a Georgia load, no!
Sweet America, sweet America, sweet America, ah-ha!
Well as I stopped to rest, and saw what surrounded me, It painted all around me, neath American skies,
And American sunsets, turned me on forever, And I could feel America, for the very first time I'm singin'
I was just a city boy, I was lookin' for my freedom,
Can you give a better reason, than the life behind, in America?
Hey!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Well so I went to sleep, in the arms of America,
And sweet America, neath American skies, And as I lay there, I could feel America,
Fell in love with America, for the very first time I'm singin'
Sweet America, sweet America, sweet America, ah-ha!
Sweet America, sweet America, sweet America, ah-ha!
Sweet America, sweet America, sweet America, sweet America, ah-ha!
Sweet America, sweet America, sweet America, sweet American, sweet America, sweet America, ah-ha!


For the very first time
Sweet America
Sweet America
Sweet America
Sweet America
Sweet America
For the very first time
I'm singing
Sweet America