| it’s the guts and it’s the glory,
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| a hundred stripes a hundred stories,
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| it’s the pledge of allegiance on the fourth of July,
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| it’s them hand written letters from home, it’s the sleepless nights alone,
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| it’s his new born baby he left with his wife. |
| Mr. Red White and Blue lay down
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| his life Mr. Red White and Blue, for these stars and stripes. |
| hey,
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| from the fields of Indiana,
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| from the swamps of Louisiana,
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| to the golden coast of Californ',
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| uncle Sam’s the only family he’s got,
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| his purple heart beat won’t stop,
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| and his eighteenth birthday was the day he was born.
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| Mr. Red White and Blue, lay down his life, Mr. Red White and Blue for these
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| stars and stripes.
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| (Mr. Red White and Blue) stand on the front line.
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| (Mr. Red White and Blue) pay the ultimate price.
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| Ohhh.
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| he was the man of the house where he was born.
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| his family is proud but torn.
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| but if you knew him you would understand,
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| he was raised on how to be brave,
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| just to see the flag still wave,
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| and then he came home with only one hand.
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| he’s Mr. Red White and Blue, lay down his life, |
| (Mr. Red White and Blue) for these stars and stripes,
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| (Mr. Red White and Blue) stand on these front lines,
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| (Mr. Red White and Blue) he’ll pay the ultimate price,
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| (Mr. Red White and Blue) lay down his life. |
| (Mr. Red White and Blue) for these
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| stars and stripes.
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| march in line, march in line,
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| hey X3 |