Finale

Leo, oh Leo
I know he'll protect you
And don't be afraid
I'll be fine here
You'll see
Farewell, my Leo
You're right here beside me
You're here by the door
And you're holding my arm
And you're stroking my hair
And you're finally

Mr. Frank?
What is it?
Free
Happy Memorial Day

I go to fight for these old hills behind me,
The old red hills of home.
I go to fight for these hills that remind me
Of a way of life that's pure,
Of the truth that will endure
In the city of Atlanta,
In the old red hills of home!

God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia
The old red hills of home
Praise those who'd fight for the old hills of Georgia
For those proud and valiant men
We'll sing "Dixie" once again
For the men of Marietta:
For the brothers of Cobb County:
For the fathers of Atlanta:
For the patriarchs:
Who gave everything for Georgia
And the old red hills of home!



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Kleban, Marvin Hamlisch
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