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  • (Welcome friends! Alright, hello New York. Hit it Larry! Alright, we got a... immigrant song for New York City.)
    What is this land of America, so many travel there
    I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
    Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
    And we'll make our home in the American land
    Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
    And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
    Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands
    If you make your home in the American land
    There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
    Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American land
    I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire
    I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
    We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
    And I made my home in the American land
    There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American land
    The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
    The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
    The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home
    Come across the water with a fire down below
    They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
    They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
    They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now
    The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
    There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American land
    Who will make his home in the American land
    Who will make his home in the American land
    (For all you travelers out there!)
  • (Welcome friends! Alright, hello New York. Hit it Larry! Alright, we got a... immigrant song for New York City.)
    What is this land of America, so many travel there
    I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
    Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
    And we'll make our home in the American land
    Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
    And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
    Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands
    If you make your home in the American land
    There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
    Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American land
    I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire
    I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
    We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
    And I made my home in the American land
    There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American land
    The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
    The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
    The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home
    Come across the water with a fire down below
    They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
    They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
    They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now
    The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
    There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American land
    Who will make his home in the American land
    Who will make his home in the American land
    (For all you travelers out there!)