F#m E D Oh my love, it's a long way we've come. F#m E D From the freckled hills, to the steel and glass canyons. Am G D From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky. Am G D From digging in our pockets, for a reason not to say goodbye. Chorus: F#m E D These are the hands, that build America. F#m E D Ahhhhhhhhhh America. I last saw your face in a watercolour sky As sea birds argued a long goodbye I took your kiss on the spray of the new line star You gotta live with your dreams Don’t make them so hard Chorus C Em F Of all of the promises, is this one we could keep? C Em F Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach. F Halle, Ole Chorus: It's early fall, there's a cloud on the New York sky line. Innocence, dragged across a yellow line. These are the hands that built America These are the hands that built America Ahhhhhhhhhh America. Ahhhhhhhhhh America. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D E Em F F#m G |