It's whispered from a tractor on a flat midwestern plain

The fields are dry and dusty, there is no sign of rain

It floats out a kitchen window, somewhere in the south

If the river gets much higher, they'll float away no doubt

You can almost feel it in the air, an american prayer.

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on

Help from above will come back strong

Got faith in us, got faith in him

The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen...

It echoes through the factories up in michigan

It bounces off the levees, and rides out on the wind

Clear out to california, and back on up to maine

Don't matter if you're rich or poor, a sinner or a saint

Every night, everybody, everywhere

Is praying their american prayer.

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on

Help from above will come back strong

Got faith in us, got faith in him

The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen.

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on

Help from above will come back strong

Got faith in us, got faith in him

The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen

Amen...