Posted: 10/22/2014 9:54:46 PM EDT
Of course it is. Mandated for all American men like The Josey Wales. 
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Born upon the Blue ridge, at the Carolina line Baptized on the banks of the New River Brought upon bluegrass and clear moonshine And tough as iron but a heart soft as leather Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down 10 000 miles from a southern town Oh, Levi, Like a fire on a mountain, running wild with no states Playing nights at the golden horse shoe And Indian raids Now it's parachutes and combat boots And camouflaged airplanes And a country boy who don't belong In the desert anyways Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down 10 000 miles from a southern town Oh, Levi, Well the sandbox sure gets lonesome And it's 109 degrees Singing carry my back to Virginia Lord I'm down here on my knees In the market square while the bells were ringing Loud to fill the air Levi gazed his eyes out, through the rocket glare Beyond the desert and the ocean To the furthest fields at home And when the bullets pierced his body He was already gone Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down 10 000 miles from a southern town Oh, Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down |
