They used to call me beautiful
They once had pride in me
I used to have those fruited plains
Far as the eye could see
America, America
'The place you want to be'
They all would stand
To praise the land
Of opportunity
America, the beautiful
They used to sing my praise
But now my people are ashamed
I long for those old days
America, America
The wrecker of the earth
So they accuse
And spread their views
'Til I have no self-worth