[1st verse:]
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I've been on the go for a month or so
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Now my heart begins to yearn
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For the U.S.A. many miles away
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And I'm anxious to return
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I have been around, covered lots of ground
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But it don't appeal to me
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Seeing sights abroad is an awful fraud
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I'm as homesick as can be
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[Refrain:]
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When I get back home again to the U.S.A.
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In the land of peace and freedom I intend to stay
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Somehow I never feel at home when I'm away from there, anywhere
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No other nation in this creation would ever do for me
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I guess I'm cranky 'cause I'm a yankee but then I'm proud to be
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On the pier you'll hear me shouting "Hip, Hip, Hooray"
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When I get back to the U.S.A.
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[2nd verse:]
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There is not a thing in the song I sing
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That has not been sung before
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It's a story old that has oft been told
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In a thousand songs or more
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But when I salaam to my Uncle Sam
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In the good old U.S.A.
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It is not because I would ask applause
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But because I feel that way
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[Refrain is sung in counterpoint to "My Country 'Tis of Thee":]
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My country! 'tis of thee
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Sweet land of liberty
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Of thee I sing
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Land where my fathers died
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Land of the pilgrim's pride
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From every mountainside
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Let freedom ring
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When I Get Back To The U.S.A.
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| Irving Berlin |
