text: One, two, one two three
  Whoa!
  What is this land America, so many travel there
  Im going now while Im still young, my darling meet me there
  Wish me luck my lovely, Ill send for you when I can
  And well make our home in the American land
  Over there the women wear silk and satin to their knees
  Children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
  Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
  If you make your home in the American land
  Theres diamonds in the sidewalk, theres gutters lined in song
  Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
  Theres treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
  Wholl make his home in the American land
  Whoa!
  I docked at Ellis Island in the city of light and spire
  Wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
  Made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
  We made our home in the American land
  Theres diamonds in the sidewalk, theres gutters lined in song
  Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
  Theres treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
  Who will make his home in the American land
  The McNicholas, the Posalskis, the Smiths, Zerillis too
  The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
  Come across the water a thousand miles from home
  With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below
  They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
  Died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
  Died to get here a hundred years ago, theyre dying now
  The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
  Theres diamonds in the sidewalk, theres gutters lined in song
  Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
  Theres treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
  Wholl make his home in the American land
  Wholl make his home in the American land
  Wholl make his home in the American land
  Come on!
  Whoa!