Mike Bryant - The Old Man's Fourth Of July

God bless America
The red, the white and blue
Please God, Bless America
As we give our thanks to you

Today we celebrate our Independence
As the crowd lines up
Along main street in town
While waiting for the big parade
My dad waves his little flag
While I watch him
Tears start to fill my eyes
Cause it's the old man's fourth of July

Cause you see
My dad fought in the war
And he paid a terrible price
He got injured at the Battle of Saigon
And lost sight in both of his eyes
With his right leg gone
He sits in his chair
Waves his flag and smiles
At the cheers of the crowd
As his son I'm so proud
And as my eyes are filled with tears
I can hear the old man sing

God bless America
The red, the white and blue
Please God, Bless America
As we give our thanks to you

I've seen so many good friends die
At the time dear Lord
I asked you why
I didn't understand the price they paid
As an old man Lord I understand
Why those good men had to die
As they sing those songs of freedom
On this old man's fourth of July

God bless America
The red, the white and blue
Please God, Bless America
As we give our thanks to you

Written by:
Mike Bryant, Thomas Long

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