| Song | Morning in America |
| Artist | Durand Jones & The Indications |
| Album | Morning in America |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Aaron Frazer/J.B. Flatt | |
| It's still in San Diego | |
| You can hear a baby cryin' | |
| As the trains of New York City | |
| Roll thunder down the line | |
| The teachers rise in Richmond | |
| As they sleep in San Anton' | |
| While the harbor lights on Baltimore | |
| Guide nurses headed home | |
| Chorus | |
| And the jails of Maricopa | |
| Say a man is but his wrong | |
| It's morning in America | |
| But I can't see the dawn | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Congressmen in Washington | |
| Receive their brief and brew | |
| While lead, it fills the pipelines | |
| In a Detroit county school | |
| Chorus | |
| And I think of my grandmother | |
| How she told me to be strong | |
| It's morning in America | |
| But I can't see the dawn | |
| Verse 3 | |
| A junkie waits in Jacksonville | |
| Prescription for the pain | |
| As what the doctor ordered | |
| Comes screaming through the vein | |
| And in towns across the country | |
| It's color that divides | |
| When in working men and ladies | |
| We could find our common side | |
| Chorus | |
| It's morning in America | |
| It's morning in America | |
| We're mourning in America | |
| And I can't see the dawn, no |
| zuo qu : Aaron Frazer J. B. Flatt | |
| It' s still in San Diego | |
| You can hear a baby cryin' | |
| As the trains of New York City | |
| Roll thunder down the line | |
| The teachers rise in Richmond | |
| As they sleep in San Anton' | |
| While the harbor lights on Baltimore | |
| Guide nurses headed home | |
| Chorus | |
| And the jails of Maricopa | |
| Say a man is but his wrong | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| But I can' t see the dawn | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Congressmen in Washington | |
| Receive their brief and brew | |
| While lead, it fills the pipelines | |
| In a Detroit county school | |
| Chorus | |
| And I think of my grandmother | |
| How she told me to be strong | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| But I can' t see the dawn | |
| Verse 3 | |
| A junkie waits in Jacksonville | |
| Prescription for the pain | |
| As what the doctor ordered | |
| Comes screaming through the vein | |
| And in towns across the country | |
| It' s color that divides | |
| When in working men and ladies | |
| We could find our common side | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| We' re mourning in America | |
| And I can' t see the dawn, no |
| zuò qǔ : Aaron Frazer J. B. Flatt | |
| It' s still in San Diego | |
| You can hear a baby cryin' | |
| As the trains of New York City | |
| Roll thunder down the line | |
| The teachers rise in Richmond | |
| As they sleep in San Anton' | |
| While the harbor lights on Baltimore | |
| Guide nurses headed home | |
| Chorus | |
| And the jails of Maricopa | |
| Say a man is but his wrong | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| But I can' t see the dawn | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Congressmen in Washington | |
| Receive their brief and brew | |
| While lead, it fills the pipelines | |
| In a Detroit county school | |
| Chorus | |
| And I think of my grandmother | |
| How she told me to be strong | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| But I can' t see the dawn | |
| Verse 3 | |
| A junkie waits in Jacksonville | |
| Prescription for the pain | |
| As what the doctor ordered | |
| Comes screaming through the vein | |
| And in towns across the country | |
| It' s color that divides | |
| When in working men and ladies | |
| We could find our common side | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| It' s morning in America | |
| We' re mourning in America | |
| And I can' t see the dawn, no |