So Harold Thomas Smalls came into the bar, with his guitar...and he came up and sang a song for us:
"God Bless America,
God Bless the USA,
God Bless America,
God Bless the USA,
God Bless America,
God Bless the USA,
God Bless America,
God Bless the USA...."
Smalls: I got a song for you, you can play this one:
(sings) Wise men say only (unintelligible mumbling),
But I can't help falling in love with you....
Hoot: Did you write that?
Smalls: I sure did, and you just tell people that. I'll make you more money that you could ever imagine!
God Bless YOU, Mr. Smalls. God Bless you. And America. And the USA.
-HOOTIE
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