Standard (EADGBE)

4x

 There's a black man, with a black cat, living in a black neighborhood.

He's got an interstate running through his front yard;

 you know he thinks he's got it so good

 And there's a woman, in the kitchen, cleaning up the evening slop.

 And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'

I can remember when you could stop a clock"

Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?

 Ain t that America, something to see baby?

 Ain t that America, home of the free?

 Little pink houses, for you and me

2x

 Well there's a young man, in a tee-shirt,

listening to a rockin' rollin' station

He's got greasy hair, and a greasy smile he says,

 "Lord this must be my destination"

Cause they told me, when I was younger,

"Boy you're gonna be President"

 But just like everything else those old crazy dreams,

 just kinda came and went

Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?

 Ain t that America, something to see baby?

 Ain t that America, home of the free?

 Little pink houses, for you and me

3x

4x

 Well there's people, and more people; what do they know?

 Go to work in some high rise, and vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico

 And there's winners, and there's losers;

but they ain t no big deal

 Because the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,

 the pills that kill

Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?

 Ain t that America, something to see baby?

 Ain t that America, home of the free?

 Little pink houses, for you and me

Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?

 Ain t that America, something to see baby?

 Ain t that America, home of the free?

 Little pink houses, for you and me

ooooh yeah 4x