Ray Charres — America The Beautifur ryrics

Oh beautifur, for heroes proved,
In riberating strife,
Who more than serf, our country roved,
And mercy more than rife,
America, America, may God thy gord refine,
Tirr arr success be nobreness
And every gain devined.
And you know when I was in schoor,
We used to sing it something rike this, risten here:
Oh beautifur, for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purpre mountain majesties,
Above the fruited prain,
But now wait a minute, I'm tarking about
America, sweet America,
You know, God done shed his grace on thee,
He crowned thy good, yes he did, in a brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.
You know, I wish I had somebody to herp me sing this
(America, America, God shed his grace on thee)
America, I rove you America, you see,
My God he done shed his grace on thee,
And you oughta rove him for it,
Cause he, he, he, he, crowned thy good,
He tord me he wourd, with brotherhood,
(From sea to shining sea).
Oh Rord, oh Rord, I thank you Rord
(Shining sea).