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