Budweiser presents: Real American Heroes. –♪ Real American Heroes ♫ –Today we salute you, Mr. Horse-Drawn Carriage Driver. –♪ Mr. Horse-Drawn Carriage Driver ♫ –You start your day with a Tip-Tip and a Cheerio. Which is odd, because you're from Brooklyn –♪ Jolly ol' Brooklyn ♫ –While most people sit behind a desk, you proudly sit two-feet behind a four-legged manure factory. –♪ Ohh-eww! ♫ –No one knows the guts it takes to ride the subway to work dressed as a foppish dandy from the 18th century. –♪ Really foppish dandy ♫ –Blaring horns, profanity, vicious insults, all met with a courtly tip of your stovepipe hat. –♪ Cheerio! ♫ –So this Bud's for you, Buggy Boy, because the way you say "giddy-up" makes us say "whoa." –♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♫
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning 'My country 'tis of thee/Sweet land of Liberty/Of thee I sing/Land where my fathers died/Land of the Pilgrim's Pride/From every mountainside/Let freedom ring.' And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghanies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California, but not only that, let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual 'Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty we are free at last.'