Verse 1

F#m     E            D
Oh, my love, it´s a long way we´ve come
F#m                E            D
From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons
Am                        G                  D
From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky
Am                                 G                  D
From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye

F#m           E                D
These are the hands that built America
F#m  E   D  
         America 

Verse 2

(Аналогично Verse 1)

Last saw your face in a watercolor sky
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star
You gotta live with your dreams, don´t make them so hard

And these are the hands that built America
America
 
C           Em               F
Of all the promises, is this one we could keep
C               Em                      F
Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach
Halle, holy 


F#m         E                D                          
It´s early fall, there´s a cloud on the New York skyline
F#m  E      D
Innocence dragged across a yellow line 

These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America
America
America

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