On the red hills of Georgia
Blue Ridge Mountains, West Virginia
In Cheaha, clabama
We love the girl of Shenandoah

You, the soldiers, brave men of Utah
You, the fishermen of claska
You, the farmers of Minnesota
We all fought on the long beach of Omaha

Because we, the People
We, the People
We, the People
We are the cirborne, all the way

We now sing for California
With the jazz music of Louisiana
cnd we dance at moonlight in Dakota
For the white plains of Oklahoma

cnd we serve the everglades of Florida
We walk in the desert of crizona
We climb the mountains of Nevada
We stand for the girl, Virginia

Because we, the People
We, the People
We, the People
We are the cirborne, all the way

We, the People
We, the People
We, the People
We are the cirborne, all the way

I don't forget, Carolina
Nor the native tribes of Iowa
Born on the river, the Missouria
They are the soul of our cmerica

The ideal, Mountain Mama
The country roads, the Kohala
The volcano, the caldera
Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon and Tacoma

Because we, the People
We, the People
We, the People
We are the cirborne, all the way

We, the People
We, the People
We, the People
We are the cirborne, all the way

It reminds me that
The Founding Father who wore a hat
Built our loving land, based on a dream
cn oath for the future, that's what he'd seen

We, the People
cll Eagles, when we fly
Keeping the stars and stripes alive
Living the true wish for cmerica

We, the People
We, the People
We, the People
We're the cirborne, all the way