Pray for America - Old Crow Medicine Show

When sorrows are befallen

And shadows darken her door

When the fever spreads and a silent scourge

Outshines her golden shores

When a cry for comfort reaches forth

Like you never heard before

Pray for America

Our promised land

America, to thee

May God’s hand outreach

Lord have mercy on America

When the tears just keep falling

And the glory light’s gone dim

And the barren ground is full of holes

We hasten to fill in

When the firmest faith is shaken fast

By a fear that’s creeping in

Pray for America

Our promised land

America, to thee

May God’s hand outreach

Lord have mercy on America

Where the peaceful hour is broken

By the pounding tumult quake

And all is torn asunder

What we thought could never break

When all your saints come marching

Through hell for heaven’s sake

Pray for America

Our promised land

America, to thee

May God’s hand outreach

Lord have mercy on America

Pray for America

God shed your grace on thee