I've been from Maine to Texas
I've searched from coast to coast
For the country on the cover
Of the Saturday Evening Post
On every road I traveled
In all the places I passed through
I saw the faces of America
That Norman always knew
There's so much that we owe this man
With a pipe in his mouth and a brush in his hand
His pictures made us understand
What Norman always knew
No matter how the world may change
These words sing out like an old refrain
""Deep inside we're all the same""
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