This song for Bob Gibson is a wonderful pairing -- and pure Silverstein (and Gibson). Fun, touching, patriotic, and wickedly sarcastic, all rolled into one.
I first heard this thoroughly joyous song done in a live recording on WFMT radio that ended a tribute concert for Gibson whose health was failing. With Bob Gibson wailing on it, I always thought it was his song, but only a year ago I discovered that it was by Silverstein. As soon as as learned that, all became clear, because as sweet as the song is, it also has a sly sense of humor (very Silversteinian) rumbling underneath, interweaving and overlapping as many American and music iconic references as can be crammed into one song. Regardless of the songwriter, the song became a Gibson staple in his later years.
Here's that tribute concert for Bob Gibson with his friends, Chicago and otherwise, including John Hartford, EmmyLou Harris, and Silverstein (and a lot more, who at this point, alas I forget). Avoid the annoying “fireworks” that make up the video, and just enjoy –