I
came from a small town.
I came from the country.
Born and raised in a world of unrest.
One of six siblings growing together
Through good times
And bitter times,
Put to the test.
I came from the rolling red hills
Of north Georgia.
I came from the green of the Emerald Isle.
I came from the moors, the
Highlands of Scotland,
The outcast of England o’er many a mile.
I fought the brave Norsemen who
Challenged the seas,
The Redcoats, the red men, the blue.
I fought for the Maine and the Alamo.
W W one and two.
I fought the red peril,
The cold and the hot,
And those who in terror profess.
I came from a lengthy tradition of freedom
That nothing and no one
Can ever suppress.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
I came from the country.
Born and raised in a world of unrest.
One of six siblings growing together
Through good times
And bitter times,
Put to the test.
I came from the rolling red hills
Of north Georgia.
I came from the green of the Emerald Isle.
I came from the moors, the
Highlands of Scotland,
The outcast of England o’er many a mile.
I fought the brave Norsemen who
Challenged the seas,
The Redcoats, the red men, the blue.
I fought for the Maine and the Alamo.
W W one and two.
I fought the red peril,
The cold and the hot,
And those who in terror profess.
I came from a lengthy tradition of freedom
That nothing and no one
Can ever suppress.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
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