I knew a man,_ called him San-dy Cane.
Few folks e-ven knew his name.___
But a he-ro, yes__was__he.
Left a boy,__came back a man.__
Still man-y just don't un-der-stand__
a-bout the rea-sons we__ are free.__

I can't for-get the look in his eyes___
or the tears___he cried,__
as he said these words__to_ me.__

All gave some___ and some gave all.
Some stood through__for the red, white and blue,__
and some___had to fall.___

And if you ev-er think of me,__think of all__
your lib-er-ties,__and re-call, some gave all. 

Now, San-dy Cane__is no lon-ger here,__
but his__words are oh, so dear___
as they ech-o through-out our__land.
For all his friends who gave us all,__
who stood the ground and took the fall,__
to help their fel-low man.__

Love your coun-try and live with pride___
and don't for-get those who died.
A-mer-i-ca, can't__you__see.__

All gave some___ and some gave all.
Some stood through__for the red, white and blue,__
and some___had to fall.___

And if you ev-er think of me,__think of all__
your lib-er-ties,__and re-call, yes re-call,__
some gave all.  Some gave all. 

Words & Music by Billy Ray Cyrus and Cindy Cyrus