Because of the Strong and Brave

Well, I grew up in a small town, dirt roads and

corn, where the flag flies high every day, every morn'.

Daddy worked hard. Mama said her prayers, but she always told me,

"Freedom ain't free to spare." Son, you don't bow, you don't break,

you stand tall like the ones who gave their all. America is free

because the strong and brave men and women fought so our flags still wave.

From the hills of home to some far-off grave, we owe it all to the

strong and brave. Met a man once, had a Purple Heart,