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He was born in the little farming town of Winterset On the new frontier a Midwest native son But his star would shine as bright as any star can ever get And he would cast a giant shadow before he was done Tall in the saddle, he went to reap the wild wind In old California and across the Rio Grande From a stage coach on a big trail To Rio Bravo and back again He rode on wings of eagles this quiet man Hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison Hereâ??s to you, for all our battles that you fought and won A true American hero, a straight shooting son of gun Hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison Singinâ?? Sandy, Sergeant Striper, McClintock and McQ, Katieâ??s elder son and big Jim McLane Brannigan and Rooster, Hondo and Big Jake, Yeah, we knew him by a hundred different names On the sands of Iwo Jima, back to Bataan The flying tigers and the green berets He was with the fighting Seabees and every American fighting man, at the Alamo and on that longest day And hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison Hereâ??s to you, for all our battles that you fought and won A true American hero, a straight shooting son of gun Hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison There might be few who would dare to say The star you hung might fade away, But I can hear you tell them, â??Pilgrim, thatâ??ll be the dayâ? Hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison Hereâ??s to you, for all our battles that you fought and won A true American hero, a straight shooting son of gun Hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison Hereâ??s to you, Marion Michael Morrison |