If I was born beneath the tree Would I be the man I was called to be? Caught in the net upon dreams tied Realized Would the poor be on my mind? Would the wretchedness I try to hide Carry me away, would I be saved? Realized that I am America's son And I'm not the only one I am America's son And I'm not the only one Would we wish we were hand in hand? Would I even be your chosen man? So it goes to show, so it goes to show It goes to show That I am America's son And I'm not the only one I am America's son And I'm so inclined to run I am America's son And I'm not the only one I am America's son And I'm so inclined to run, run