Streets of America

We came on the Santa Maria
And we come on the Sloop John B
We keep coming ‘cause we heard
There was a place we could be free
From the shores of many nations
We’re blown here by the wind
Sweet lady of the harbor
Won’t you kindly let us in

I see so many faces
Coming here from so many places
For a chance on the streets of America

Leaving home, losing pride
Some suffer, some simply die
For a glance at the streets of America

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free
But I know why they call it the home of the brave

I see sisters and brothers
Trading one heartache for another
And a shot at the streets of America

Those who have they ain’t givin’
Those who don’t are workin’ for a livin’
They’re forgotten on the streets of America

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free
But I know why they call it the home of the brave

I hear so many voices
Telling me there ain’t many choices
When you sleep on the streets of America

I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free
But I know why they call it the home of the brave
I’m not sure why they call it the land of the free
But I know why they call it the home of the brave