A patriotic song by Paul Robertson to celebrate Washington’s Birthday … Andy | February 17, 2025 In seventy-six the sky was red thunder rumbling overhead Bad King George couldn’t sleep in his bed And on that stormy morn, Ol’ Uncle Sam was born. Some birthday! Nobody who was anybody believed it. Ev’rybody who was anybody they doubted it. Nobody had faith. Nobody but Washington, Tom Paine, Benjamin Franklin, Chaim Solomon, Crispus Attucks, Lafayette. Nobodies. Our country’s strong, our country’s young, And her greatest songs are still unsung. From her plains and mountains we have sprung, To keep the faith with those who went before. We nobodies who are anybody believe it. We anybodies who are everybody have no doubts. Out of the cheating, out of the shouting. Out of the murders and lynching, Out of the windbags, the patriotic spouting, Out of uncertainty and doubting, Out of the carpetbag and the brass spittoon, It will come again. Our marching song will come again! Simple as a hit tune, Deep as our valleys, High as our mountains, Strong as the people who made it. For I have always believed it, And I believe it now. And you know who I am. Who are you? America! America!
Big Otter Lake Andy | February 17, 2025 Remote Adirondack Lake at the end of a rough Jeep Trail in the Western Adirondacks.
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