The rhythm of America
Isn't hoofbeats and drums
The rhythm of America
Is the housewife
Baking an apple pie
Chopping kneading scoring
The rhythm of America
Isn’t guns and bugles
The rhythm of America
Is knickknackpaddywhack
On the playground
Clapping running playing
The rhythm of America
Is the band at halftime
The players on the field
The farmer’s combine
The carhorns and mayhem
Working singing living
The rhythm of America
Is every face from every race
Hand in hand from place to place
Knowing that freedom isn’t free
But treasuring the moments
When peace reigns.
Sharing loving caring hugging
That’s the rhythm of America.