Marion Michael Morrison

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

Here's to you

Marion Michael Morrison

Here's to you

For all our battles that you fought and won

A true American hero

A straight shooting son of gun

Here's to you

Marion Michael Morrison

Singin' Sandy

Sergeant Striper

McClintock and McQ

Katie'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 here's to you

Marion Michael Morrison

Here's to you

For all our battles that you fought and won

A true American hero

A straight shooting son of gun

Here'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

"Pilgrim, that'll be the day"

Here's to you

Marion Michael Morrison

Here's to you

For all our battles that you fought and won

A true American hero

A straight shooting son of gun

Here's to you

Marion Michael Morrison

Here's to you

Marion Michael Morrison