| Today’s the day our younger son
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| Is going off to war
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| Fightin’in the age old battle
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| We’ve sometimes won before
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| Flags that line old main street
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| Are blowin’in the wind
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| These must be the flags of freedom flyin'
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| Church bells are ringin'
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| As the families stand and wave
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| Some of them are cryin'
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| But the soldiers look so brave
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| Lookin’straight ahead
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| Like they know just where they’re goin'
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| Past the flags of freedom flyin'
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| Sister has her headphones on She hears the music blasting
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| She sees her brother marchin’by
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| Their bond is everlasting
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| Listening to Bob Dylan singin’in 1963
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| Watching the flags of freedom flyin'
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| She sees the president speakin'
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| On a Flat-screen TV
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| In the window of the old appliance store
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| She turns to see her brother again
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| But he’s already walkin’past
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| The flags of freedom flyin'
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| Have you seen the flags of freedom?
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| What color are they now?
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| Do you think that you believe in yours
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| More than they do theirs somehow?
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| When you see the flags of freedom flyin'
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| Today’s the day our younger son
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| Is goin’off to war
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| Fightin’in the age old battle
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| We’ve sometimes won before
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| Flags that line old main street
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| Are blowin’in the wind
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| These must be the flags of freedom flyin' |