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What is A-mer-i-ca to me?A name, a map, the flag I see, a cer-tain word, "De-moc - ra - cy."What is A-mer-i-ca to me?The house I live in, A plot of earth, a street,The groc-er and the butch-er and the peo-ple that I meet,The chil-dren in the play-ground, the fac-es that I see;All rac-es, all re-lig-ions, that's A-mer-i-ca to me.The place I work in, the work-er at my sideThe lit-tle town or cit-y where my peo-ple lived and diedThe "how-dy" and the hand-shake the air of feel-ing freethe right to speak my mind out, that's A-mer-i-ca to me.The things I see a-bout me the big things and the smallThe lit-tle cor-ner news-stand and the house a mile__tall;The wed-ding and the church-yard, the laugh-ter and the tears,The dream that's been a grow-in' for a hun-dred fif-ty yearsThe town I live in the street, the house, the room,The pave-ment of the cit-y, or a gar-den all in bloom,The church, the school, the club house,The mil-lion lights I see, But es-pec-ial-ly the peo-ple,That's A- mer - i -ca to me. Aus Songtexte Mania