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Marty Robbins - Song Of The Patriot Lyrics




I'm a flag waving
Patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I love mom and apple pie
And the freedoms that we all
Enjoy across this beautiful land

I work 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
Bul 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 cheek
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
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
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I'm a flag waving
Patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I love mom and apple pie
And the freedoms that we all
Enjoy across this beautiful land

I work 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
Bul 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 cheek
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
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
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Writer: MARTY ROBBINS, SHIRL MILETE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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