Verse 1 F#m E7 D Oh, my love, itʼs a long way weʼve come F#m E7 D From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons Am G D From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky Am G D From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye F#m E7 D These are the hands that built America F#m E7 D America Verse 2 Last saw your face in a watercolor sky As sea birds argue, a long goodbye I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star You gotta live with your dreams, donʼt make them so hard And these are the hands that built America America C Em F Of all the promises, is this one we could keep C Em F Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach Halle, holy F#m E7 D Itʼs early fall, thereʼs a cloud on the New York skyline F#m E7 D Innocence dragged across a yellow line These are the hands that built America These are the hands that built America America America
