Rich man in gold chains Cruises Beverly Hills
A poor dirt farmer Scratches out a living In the Alabama Hills
Money don't buy your freedom In this home of the free
And that's just one thing great About America

Church bells ring Sunday mornin'
Church goers are on TV
Selling souls to the faithful
And anybody in between
Tell the truth, did you make a dime?
No, Salvation is for free
And that's just one thing great
About America

Christmas comes but once a year
The Chaplain he explains
Anyone can be a star
If they can afford the fame
Sainthood's 'round the corner
Better keep your living clean
And that's just one thing great
About America

Lawyers, cops, and judges
Courtroom's got 'em all
Step too far out of line
And you're gonna walk that long hall
Lick your lips, shake your hips
You're gonna take the fall
And that's just one thing great
About America

Mad motherless children
Roam the avenue
Forgetting just what it was
That they had come to do
But neon light still sets the stage
You can see it, it's everywhere
And that's just one thing great
About America

Old man on a street corner
Hands out twenty dollar bills
Doctor gave him some medicine
But it could not cure his ills
If he can find just one taker
He then may make amends
And that's just one thing great
About America

Think I've seen this picture
Sometime late last year
Dorothea Lange in summer drag
Well, she shot a couple of reels
No, I think I'd like to stay
But you know how these things end
And that's just one thing great
About America