Oh well oh well I feel so good today
We just touched ground on an international runway
Jet-propelled back home from overseas to the USA
New York, Los Angeles
Oh how I yearn for you
Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
Let alone just to be at my home back in ol’ St Lou’
Did I miss the skyscrapers
Did I miss the long freeway
From the coast of California
To the shores of the Delaware Bay
You can bet your life I did
Till I got back to the USA
Looking hard for a drive-in
Searching for a corner cafe
Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day
Yeah, and the jukebox jumping with records back in the USA
I’m so glad I’m living in the USA
Yes I’m so glad I’m living in the USA
Anything you want we got it right here in the USA
Fanfare for the Common Man–because it’s so uplifting and we are in many ways a nation of commen men and women. Our parish always has a special service on the Sunday closest to the 4th with the brass section of the orchestra supplying special music–and before the processional they always play this.
Today our rector preached on the pursuit of happiness and how that is best expressed in the beatitudes (Jerusalem Bible uses happy rather than blessed) rather than in consumerism and the me-centered view of happiness so prevalent in our culture.
How about [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FC-JhQ1p7nw]”Song for America”[/url]?
Virgin land of forest green
Dark and stormy plain
Here all life abounds
Sunlit valley, mountain fields
Unseen in the rain
Here all life abounds
No man rules this land
No human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently
So much to see
So rich in Earth’s delights
Painted desert, sequined sky
Stars that fill the night
Here all life abounds
Rivers flowing to the sea
Sunshine pure and bright
Here all life abounds
No man rules this land
No human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently
So much to see
So rich in Earth’s delights
So the maiden lies in waiting
Pull the sailor into shore
Land of beauty and abundance
Innocent, you opened wide your door
Wanderers found the waiting treasure
Full of gifts beyond their measure
Milk and Honey for our pleasure
Across the sea there came a multitude
Sailing ships upon the wave
Filled with visions of Utopia
And the freedom that they crave
Ravage, plunder, see no wonder
Rape and kill and tear asunder
Chop the forest, plow it under
Highways scar the mountainside
Buildings to the sky
People all around
Unsustaining in these roads
See an eternity
People all around
So we rule this land
And here we stand
Upon our paradise
Dreaming of a place
Our weary race
Is ready to arise
Nice, Jeff. I’ll go with the more prosaic:
Back in the U.S.A.
Chuck Berry
Oh well oh well I feel so good today
We just touched ground on an international runway
Jet-propelled back home from overseas to the USA
New York, Los Angeles
Oh how I yearn for you
Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
Let alone just to be at my home back in ol’ St Lou’
Did I miss the skyscrapers
Did I miss the long freeway
From the coast of California
To the shores of the Delaware Bay
You can bet your life I did
Till I got back to the USA
Looking hard for a drive-in
Searching for a corner cafe
Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day
Yeah, and the jukebox jumping with records back in the USA
I’m so glad I’m living in the USA
Yes I’m so glad I’m living in the USA
Anything you want we got it right here in the USA
Fanfare for the Common Man–because it’s so uplifting and we are in many ways a nation of commen men and women. Our parish always has a special service on the Sunday closest to the 4th with the brass section of the orchestra supplying special music–and before the processional they always play this.
Today our rector preached on the pursuit of happiness and how that is best expressed in the beatitudes (Jerusalem Bible uses happy rather than blessed) rather than in consumerism and the me-centered view of happiness so prevalent in our culture.