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A Cappella ‘God Bless The USA’ By Home Free With Lee Greenwood And US Air Force Band

News · December 6, 2024 · Comments off

The a cappella men of Home Free share their patriotic rendition of ‘God Bless The USA’ featuring Lee Greenwood and The United States Air Force Band.

‘God Bless The USA’ was originally released in 1984 by Lee Greenwood. He always felt the urge to write a patriotic song and when the shooting down of Korean Air Lines Flight 007 occurred, Lee knew the time was right to unite the nation.

It rose on the country charts, but it wasn’t until the attacks on September 11th that the song became a cultural phenomenon.

‘And I’m proud to be an American Where at least I know I’m free And I won’t forget the men who died Who gave that right to me’

Home Free is an American a cappella group that competed and won the fourth season of The Sing-Off. Comprised of members Austin Brown, Rob Lundquist, Adam Rupp, Tim Foust, and Adam Chance, Home Free has been sharing their unique sound for years.

Today, they’re joining forces with famed vocalist Lee Greenwood and The United States Air Force Band for this special performance of ‘God Bless The USA.’

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