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 Stryker,

McClintock and McQ,

Katie Elders Son

and Big Jim McLain

Brannigan, 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

 

So 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 dayâ

 

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