My daddy told me about the old glory days

But I made up my mind about Daddy's ways



We followed King to Atlanta and got the slaves all free

And the ladies come out from behind the fans of gentry



America

America

How you've broken free

America

America

Was your destiny



I was at Daddy's bedside the night that he went

He whispered real sad "the south won't rise again"

They've all gone to Chicago to lose the slow accent

Leaving me behind wondering where we went



America

America

Are you losing your mind

America

America

Don't leave me behind