It Feels Good in America
It feels good in America,
when you find a job around,
Then, you can dress well
And have a Saturday night out.
Your hands in the pockets,
and a fancy watch over there,
Wherever you look at it,–
There’s money to spare.
But I’m not happy,
to have all that coin,
when my woman and my kids
have it hard at home.
Oh my dear Lord,
I can’t help it,
I would fly back home,
but no wings take me.
I feel so much sad
all day and night along:
I have little joy
in my heart, no more.
Where are you staying,
my previous joy?
You stayed in my home land,
sitting on the stone.
You flourished by noon,
afterwards you faded,
all of my joy and cheer,
like a dew, did not make it.
There’s a birch tree on the hill,
swaying in the wind,
All of my joy is gone
writing a letter to send.
Taking pains to spell
writing like thin vine,
Whoever reads the note,
will not speak but cry.
The song highlights the difference between life in America and life back home, in Europe. Unlike the songs that mention disappointment from the unfulfilled hopes in the United States, this piece shows work as a safeguard for higher economic status. America allows immigrants to lead a comfortable lifestyle, one of the attributes of which is a pocket watch. But the conflict of the song is built on the opposition of the wealth of the migrant and the poverty of his wife and children at home. Despite the economically comfortable life, there is a problem of emotional discomfort and a feeling of alienation from family and home.