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I am proud to be an American,
where I have my civil rights.
I can sleep at night,
wrapped up tight,
and know a soldier is out to fight.
He may be a father,
he may be a son,
she might be a mother,
she might have a brother,
and we are united as one.
These songs we sing,
the prayers we say,
we know they are heard,
for our heroes,
who have saved the day.
When the eagle flies,
over valleys low,
and mountains high,
I see the spirit of my country,
and a tear comes to my eye.
I have not forgotten,
back to the days of Washington,
when the men marched cold,
when the men marched frozen.
There will never be a single day,
where I forget who I am,
and where I will go,
in my beloved country of the USA.