I've been on the go for a month or so
Now my heart begins to yearn
For the U.S.A. many miles away
And I'm anxious to return
I have been around, covered lots of ground
But it don't appeal to me
Seeing sights abroad is an awful fraud
I'm as homesick as can be
When I get back home again to the U.S.A.
In the land of peace and freedom I intend to stay
Somehow I never feel at home when I'm away from there, anywhere
No other nation in this creation would ever do for me
I guess I'm cranky 'cause I'm a yankee but then I'm proud to be
On the pier you'll hear me shouting "Hip, Hip, Hooray"
When I get back to the U.S.A.
There is not a thing in the song I sing
That has not been sung before
It's a story old that has oft been told
In a thousand songs or more
But when I salaam to my Uncle Sam
In the good old U.S.A.
It is not because I would ask applause
But because I feel that way
[Refrain is sung in counterpoint to "My Country 'Tis of Thee":]
My country! 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrim's pride
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring