| Come from a long line of tough
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| And I’m built to stand my ground
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| Yeah, when push comes to shove
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| I don’t back up and I don’t back down
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| Because I know just what
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| Is back home that I’m fighting for
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| I’ll storm through the gates of hell
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| Even if it means I’m walkin' on heaven’s door
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| So don’t tread on me or my memory
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| I fight for you so that you’re free
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| We’ve never met, but bet I’ll do it again
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| And I’ll lose my mind; |
| I’ll give my life
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| If that’s what it costs for that flag to fly
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| And I’ll wear it proud like all the others before me
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| Why the hell you think they call it Old Glory?
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| Rolling through the sea
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| Or boots down in the sea
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| Those eyes in the sky
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| The Lord knows that you’re in good hands
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| In the land of the free, it doesn’t matter where you are
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| Always have will always be fighting for the stripes and every star
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| Every star
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| So don’t tread on me or my memory
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| I fight for you so that you’re free
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| We’ve never met, but bet I’ll do it again
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| And I’ll lose my mind; |
| I’ll give my life
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| If that’s what it costs for that flag to fly
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| And I’ll wear it proud like all the others before me
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| Why the hell you think they call it Old Glory?
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| The eagle spreads its wings all over the world
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| Too many miles from husbands and wives
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| And little boys and girls back home
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| Missin' first steps and wedding rings
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| Last words and angel wings
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| But if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes
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| So don’t tread on me or my memory
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| I fight for you so that you’re free
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| We’ve never met, but bet I’ll do it again
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| And I’ll lose my mind; |
| I’ll give my life
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| If that’s what it costs for that flag to fly
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| And I’ll wear it proud like all the others before me
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| Why the hell you think they call it Old Glory?
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| That’s why we call her Old Glory
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| God bless Old Glory |