Sweet Young America
Bobby Emmons, Chips Moman
Young girl
Reading her magazines
And cutting out the pictures of the places
That make her dream
She don't miss a thing
Up on the latest rage
And I find myself
Losing her page by page
She's young America
And she needs feeling free
Sweet young America
What's she doing here with me
Her soft brown hair don't go with gray
She's full of life and I've seen my day
And young America
She needs feeling free
Seems like only yesterday
She climbed up on my knee
And said Daddy, will you tell me
How much you really love me
And I rеmember through tearstainеd eyes
Standing at the door while waving good-bye
Young America demands being free
Young America I wish I could be