(With Conway Twitty)
God, bless America again
You see all the troubles that she's in
Wash her pretty face
Dry her eyes and then
God, bless America again
God, I sure to wish you
Bless America again
You know
Like you did way back
When it all began
You blessed her then
But we just sorta kinda take it for granted
And never did ask again
So God
Just hold her hand
That's all
And if she should stumble
Please don't let her fall
God, bless America again
You see all the troubles that she's in
Wash her pretty face
Dry her eyes and then
God, bless America again
You know I don't understand
To everything I'm reading here
About what's wrong with America
And when you don't have a lotta good learning
I guess there's a lotta things
You don't understand
But let me say this, God
She's like a mother to me
And though all I am or ever hope to be
I owe to You and to her
Wash her pretty face
Dry her eyes and then
God, bless America again