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Paying homage to this great country of my birth

this honored place, this home of mine

a sacred place upon this earth

founded on the rules laid down by God

this hallowed land

this warm brown sod

tall mountains

high craigy hills

lush green valleys

that golden sunlight fills

skies of asure blue

some fluffy clouds

some singing birds

a sunset's gold and scarlet hue

This land of winding  rivers

and rolling planes

prairies and painted deserts

where the cactus reigns

Oh this sweet place of sacred dirt

where immigrunts have come

and thousands more

and all are welcome here

upon our green and pleasant shore

give your masses, yearning to be free

your tired, your poor

here inside freedoms golden door

Oh how I love her

this wondrous place

with all her growing things

the shrubs, the weeds, the old oak trees

the blowing golden grain

the land of promise

my land of promise

the land of a billion miles of highways

and high stone bridges

a place of peace and pleasant scenes

and flowering ridges

large bustling cities

and quiet country towns

small hamlets

dense forests

where wild animals abound

sleepy tree lined streets

basking in the summer sun

bundled streets

preparing for the cold

and winters fun

My Agriculteral and industrial land

vast cotton and tobacco fields in one place

and in another place

the street mills and auto manafactuers stand

thousands of industries in vast array

or to the ocean or the beaches where the tourists play

to the places with much sugar sand

and where sweet magnolias scent up the morning air

where pirate ships have landed

and where hurricanes blow fair

with wind and rain beyond compare

 a snow storm in the north

wih glistening icicles bright and clear

ice fishing on the lakes

maple syrup

and mighty roaming deer

Oh now to Florida, my special home

I sit and think of golden days

land of my ancestors and their olden ways

a cracker houe, a moonshine still

an old pea patch

a field of sugar cane upon the hill

a silent wood with mistletoe

my muddy sloughs

a dangerous and most solomn place to go

in my memories I hear again

Seminole warriors

chanting wild war cries

and beating on their drums

and waiting for the white man, the intruder

when he comes

I see great cornfields

and tall and long leafed corn

waving gently upon a sunny summer morn

Out west in Washington

the logging industry abounds

with long logging trucks and where you hear those wild and

strange loud sawing sounds

and in California

the movies are all made

and there the movie stars  are found

this country moves remarkably

upon it's giant trucks and rails

gigantic air craft and where mighty ships set sail

The eagle, our countrie's symbol

with sharp talons, strong wings and shrieking beak

protect this land and all who here abide

the strong, the sick, the weak

this land of contrasts

land of racing horses and of base ball games

a halfway house

land of Native Americans

and mickey, the Disney mouse

places called New Your City, Little Havana, Chicago

or San Sanfransisco

a state called Minnesita

and the Texas Alamo

land of playingdfolphins and black bears

the place where wild panthers still roam

and country fairs

land of Italian operas

Chinese tea houses

Mexican flaminco dancers and long winding paths

land of English Gardens

the German om pa pa

Spanish guitars, bag pipes and the mandolin

the Turkish baths

land of mint julips and home brew

land of my hearts desire

the old, the new

This vast majistic land

ruled by the hand of God

that traitors, the terrorists, and many others

have tried to rob

Think not oh enemy

that you will ere succeed

you who are not our friend

for sooner than you think

your time will end

and this I say with my last and dying breath

give me sweet liberty or give me death

We have the ways to keep us safe and proud

and tho you've tried so hard to do us in

you will not not be allowed

you wil not ere succeed

ans so of this my home

my old and honored land

I'm proud

You may not like us much

but this I'll say

we're here my friends, we're here to stay

I love you so

this my old and blessed land

ths my precious only home

immensely beautiful and grand

and so I am a citizen of this earth

a citizen of the U S A

by Gods on holy hand