Song of the Patriot
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man.
I love mom, an apple pie
And the freedoms that we all enjoy across this beautiful land.
I worked hard and I fight hard for the old Red, White and Blue.
And I'll die a whole lot harder if it comes to where I have to.
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man.
And when I see old Glory waving,
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what is right and wrong.
And when I see old Glory burnin?, my blood begins to churnin?
And I could do some fightin? of my own
I don't believe in violence, I'm a God fearing man
But I'll stand up for my country just as long as I can stand
?Cause I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man.
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man.
And I enjoy the liberty of being what I want to be and achieve any goals that I can
I was taught to turn the other cheeck, but daddy used to say
Walk soft and pack a big stick, but never walk away
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man.
And When I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin?, my blood begins to churnin?
And I could do some fightin? of my own
?Cause I love all my brothers and were proud of our group
We've got the greenest country here on God's green earth
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man.
Writer(s): Marty Robbins, Shirl Milete
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