It’s America Songtext
von Rodney Atkins

Drivin′ down the street today
I saw a sign for lemonade
They were the cutest kids
I've ever seen in this front yard

As they handed me my glass
Smiled and thinkin′ to myself
Man, what a picture perfect postcard
This would make of America

It's a high school prom
It's a Springsteen song
It′s a ride in a Chevrolet
It′s a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
And kids sellin' lemonade
It′s cities and farms
It's open arms
One nation under God
It′s America


Later on when I got home
I flipped the TV on
I saw a little town that some big
Twister tore apart

People came from miles around
Just to help their neighbors out
And I was thinkin' to my self
I′m so glad that I live in America

It's a high school prom
It's a Springsteen song
It′s a ride in a Chevrolet
It′s a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
And kids sellin' lemonade
It′s cities and farms
It's open arms
One nation under God
It′s America

Now we don't always get it all right
There′s no place else I'd rather build my life


'Cause it′s a kid with a chance
It′s a rock 'n′ roll band
It's a farmer cuttin′ hay
It's a big flag flyin′ in the summer wind
And over a fallen heroes' graves

It's a high school prom
It′s a Springsteen song
It′s a welcome home parade, yeah
It's a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
And kids sellin′ lemonade
It's cities and farms
It′s open arms
One nation under God
It's America, oh

It′s America
Oh-whoa, yeah
Oh!