Lyrics

We buried him to the tune
Of a 21 gun salute
Flying the flag in his memory
Is the least I can do
So many others like him
They all believed in one thing
Freedom for us normal folk
From every would-be tyrant and king

I believe the good Lord he gave me
The breath in my lungs and my free will
Oh and I will choose to die
On my American hill

I'll carry her to the tune
Of that hallowed battle hymn
Head held high as she flies
Beautiful in the wind
So many others like me
We all want the same thing
Freedom for us normal folk
To live the American dream

I believe the good Lord he gave me
The breath in my lungs and my free will
Oh and I choose to die
On my American hill
Mmm

This is me riding through town
Don't let them take Old Glory down
This is me riding through town
Don't let them take Old Glory down

I believe the good Lord he gave me
The breath in my lungs and my free will
Oh and I choose to die
On my American hill
Mmm

This is me riding through town
Don't let them take Old Glory down
This is me riding through town
Don't let them take Old glory down