Mister S: Often imitated, never equal

What is America to me

A name, a map, or a flag i see

A certain word, democracy

What is america to me

The house i live in

A plot of earth, a street

The grocer and the butcher

Or the people that i meet

The children in the playground

The faces that i see

All races and religions

That's america to me

The place i work in

The worker by my side

The little town the city

Where my people lived and died

The howdy and the handshake

The air a feeling free

And the right to speak your mind out

That's america to me

The things i see about me

The big things and the small

That little corner newsstand

Or the house a mile tall

The wedding and the churchyard

The laughter and the tears

And the dream that's been a growing

For more than two hundred years

The town i live in

The street, the house, the room

The pavement of the city

Or the garden all in bloom

The church the school the clubhouse

The millions lights i see

But especially the people

- yes especially the people

That's america to me

 What is America to me?

 All of the above, plus Mister S.