God bless America again,
You see all the trouble that she's in.
Wash her pretty face dry her eyes and then,
God bless America again.
God I sure do wish you'd bless America again,
You know like you did way back when it all began.
You blessed her then, but we just sort of kinda took it for granted
And never did ask again so just hold her hand God that's all,
And if she should stumble please don't let her fall.
God bless America again,
You see all the trouble that she's in.
Wash her pretty face dry her eyes and then,
God Bless America again.
You know I don't understand everything I read and hear
About what's wrong with America.
But when you don't have a lot of book learning
I guess there's a lot of things you don't understand.
But let me say this, God she's like a Mother to me and
All I am or ever hope to be, I owe to you and to her.
God Bless America again,
You see all the trouble that she's in.
Wash her pretty face dry her eyes and then,
God Bless America again.
Song written by Bobby Bare
Song Recorded By Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty
