Lyrics: Ray Stevens. Marion Michael Morrison.

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
Herea??s to you,
Marion Michael Morrison
Herea??s to you,
for all our battles that you fought and won
A true American hero,
a straight shooting son of gun
Herea??s to you,
Marion Michael Morrison

Singina?? Sandy,
Sergeant Striper,
McClintock and McQ,
Katiea??s elder son
and big Jim McLane
Brannigan and 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

And herea??s to you,
Marion Michael Morrison
Herea??s to you,
for all our battles that you fought and won
A true American hero,
a straight shooting son of gun
Herea??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,
a??Pilgrim, thata??ll be the daya??

Herea??s to you,
Marion Michael Morrison
Herea??s to you,
for all our battles that you fought and won
A true American hero,
a straight shooting son of gun
Herea??s to you,
Marion Michael Morrison
Herea??s to you,
Marion Michael Morrison