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American Land
Riverboat 323
 
    
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American Land
 
ID: 14904
   Instrumental  
   Vocal  

LabelRiverboat
WEB SITE www.riverboat.com
Label information
Grid list of Riverboat recordings
Number323
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration3:45
MediaMP3
Artist(s)
Mike Seastrom (picture)     recordings by Mike Seastrom

Mike Seastrom

Cue Sheet

OPENER    Basic

To your left, single file, go
What is this land America, so many travel there?
I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling, meet me

Reverse
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home

Join hands and circle left
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
And when you get back home my friend, you promenade along
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land


FIGURE   

Heads you promenade outside, halfway 'round you go
Into the middle and promenade inside 'till you're back home
When you're there, everyone face your partner, dosado
Go all the way around and then, reverse dosado
Now all the girls star right, one time around and then
Star promenade your partner, and take them home my friend
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

(or: To the left single file, go.)


MIDDLE BREAK    Basic

To your left single file, go
McNicholas', Posalski's, the Smith's, Zerillis' too
The Africans, the Irish, Germans, and Jews

Reverse
The Mexicans, Italians, and the Asians choose
To make their home...

Join hands and circle left


CLOSER    Basic

To your left single file, go
They worked building railroads, worked to bones and skin
They worked in the fields, and the factories

Reverse
Yes they worked to get here, a hundred years ago
They made their home...

Join hands and circle left


TAG

Yes they made their home in the American Land
 
Lyrics

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American Land Lyrics ID: 3129

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 we made our 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 McNicholases, the Posalski's, the Smith's, Zerilli's too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
They come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below

They died building the railroads, they worked their bones to skin
They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're still dyin' now
The hands that built the country were always trying to keep out

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
Whoa!

Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen.
Recorded by Bruce Springsteen.
 

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