Lyrics:

spoken:
You know, in the bayous of Louisiana
'Quel beau peyi,' that's what the Cajuns say
And in New York's Little Italy
'Que bella terra,' that's how they say it their way
And in the beer halls of Milwaukee
You'll hear the words 'vie schoen das land'
And it's 'que lingo pais'
That's what you'll hear them say
Along the border, down by the Rio Grande
You know, there's a lot of ways to say it
And it's a privilege to play it
'Cause a lot of good people earned it
And this is how I learned it

O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea