The guns are firing busily
Their thunder fills my room
The windows twitch and rattle with
Each deep resounding boom
The Sounds of Freedom comfort me
The distant engines droning burr
The sound barrier crack
Choppers flying nap of the earth
Above the trees out back
The Sounds of Freedom comfort me
I grew up hearing cadence called
Each morning before dawn;
Taps would sound Old Glory down
Before the sun was gone
Most people cannot understand
This simpe little thing
I love to live where I can hear
The Sounds of Freedom ring.
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