If I was born beneath a tree Would I be the man I's called to be? Caught in the net of pondering's tide I realize Would the poor be on my mind? Would the wretchedness I try to hide Carry me away, would I be saved? The realize 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 whisper 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 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