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Letters from America
Matt Sklar
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Letters from America
Fantastic land
Is there really such a country somewhere?
Is it such a paradise, America?
Are we being foolish not to run there?
Here in Anatevka ninety percent
Are behind in the rent
And we're hungry to a man
Once a Rothschild saw our town
Crossed himself and ran
However, who needs America?
Who needs a new community?
Changing our ways to I don't know what
Who needs America?
Maybe there's opportunity
Maybe I'd like America, but
In Anatevka, Anatevka
Thoroughly orthodox Anatevka
Where else could Sabbath be so sweet?
Anatevka, Anatevka
Obstinate, orthodox Anatevka
Though pigs may wander through the street
Where is the rabbi more widely renowned or revered?
Where could you find such a mind?
Such a heart?
Such a beard?
In Anatevka, I belong in Anatevka
Practical, skeptical Anatevka
Dear little shtetl, little town of mine
Are we loyal to the czar?
Yes, we are
More or less
That's a question the rabbi should discuss
May God bless and keep the czar
Far away from us
However, who needs America?
Who needs a new community?
Changing our ways to I don't know what
Who needs America?
Maybe there's opportunity
Maybe I'd like America, but
In Anatevka, Anatevka
Underfed, overworked Anatevka
Dear little town where I was born
I'm at home in Anatevka
Commonplace, everyday Anatevka
Fits like a coat I've always worn
Poor as we are, we give freely to charity here
We give so others should not be as bad off as we're
In Anatevka, close to me is Anatevka
Generous, penniless Anatevka
Dear little shtetl, little town of
Anyone seeing our shtetl would be unimpressed
But life is with people and here we've got only the best
In Anatevka, I belong in Anatevka
Rickety, talkative Anatevka
Dear little shtetl, little town of
Letters from America
America
Fantastic land
Fantastic land
Is there really such a country somewhere?
Somewhere, somewhere
Is it such a paradise?
Paradise, paradise
America
Nothing but unhappy people go there
People who hunger for letters from where?
Anatevka, Anatevka
Tumble-down, work-a-day Anatevka
Dear little shtetl, little town of mine
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