Tim StaffordWood NewtonDaniel House Music, BMIRopeaDope Music, BMI We show up every morning Our uniforms are pressed All spit and polish, we have to look our best This message that we carry Is a heavy load to bear For those who pay the price with sacrifice We have to show we care Everybody has a duty, a way they can shine The ones who go over there And those who stay behind Some aint coming back, reality is grim Its up to me and Sergeant Jack To break the news to them Were the two soldiers no one wants to see In a plain black sedan Rolling slowly down the street Past the toys and the bikes Beneath the maple trees Where fading yellow ribbons Wave gently in the breeze A loved ones in a better place They wont be back no more Now theres two soldiers at the door Sometimes they see us coming And fall down on their knees Tears are overflowing Crying no, God, please. Sometimes they just stand there, silent as a stone With no surprise in their eyes Like they knew it all along See the soldiers on the tarmac, ready to deploy Husbands and wives with little girls and boys Say a silent prayer they all come back alive And never see Jack and me pull up in their driveYou might also like
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