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Knock the good ol’ US of A all you want. But for all our faults I can’t think of another place on earth I’d rather spend my days.
*Taps plays softly in the distance. Cans open in unison. Glory ensues.
Knock the good ol’ US of A all you want. But for all our faults I can’t think of another place on earth I’d rather spend my days.
*Taps plays softly in the distance. Cans open in unison. Glory ensues.