America (live)

Intro e|---x---x---x---x---x---x--| B|---0---0---0---0---0---0--| G|---0---0---0---0---0---0--| D|---0---0---0---0---0---0--| A|--/12--11--9---0---11--9--| E|---0---0---0--/12--0---0--| Verse I came through the fence in ‘93 And I know that they are after me today I believe this is the land for me Of hope, and grace, and liberty Oh, my grandfather, he told me Son, you’ll never have to run anymore Oh, but I broke the law Which I will surely die for But, now I am on my way I have to leave today, Tell my wife and boy that I love them I gave my son to America God, I pray they treat him well Intro Well, my daddy left when I was five, I do not know if he’s alive at all And, it’s hard with just my mom and me But I work to feed my family And, I work hard to keep my bitter pay That the rich man comes and takes away So, I killed him in the dead of night With my father’s gun I took his life away I took his life away Now, I say I was on my way I have to leave today Tell my mom and sister that I love them I am on the run From America God, I pray they don’t catch me Intro Verse Now, I sit here in this dirty cell The jailer comes to give me hell They have caught me and my racist mind I’ll surely pay for what I’ve done But, then I look up and I see This old man staring at me He tells me I remind him of someone His own boy he left at the age of 5 That probably thought his daddy died And, how he wished he could tell him Outro He would say I was on my way, had to leave that day Tell my wife and boy that I love them I gave my love to America God I pray they treat him well, Oh, god I pray they treat well God, I pray they treat him well.