| Say a prayer for Bobby
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| He’s somewhere south of
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| Kandahar tonight
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| Ask the Lord to be with him
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| Have His angels to protect him in the fight
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| He’s seen a lot of killing
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| Though he’s only turned 19
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| He’s a brave American warrior
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| And a Semper Fi Marine
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| But he’s got a baby girl at home
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| That he ain’t ever seen
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| Pray for him
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| Say a prayer for Sally
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| She’s on the C-130
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| Headed out down range
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| She don’t know where she’s going
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| But she knows her young life’s just about to change
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| She wants to save her country
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| So she didn’t hesitate
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| Cause in her heart she wanted
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| To be part of something great
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| So she joined the Army
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| On the day she graduated
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| Pray for her
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| Oh America, red, white and blue
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| How many heroes bled and died for you
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| Answered the call and gave it all
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| And you know they’d proudly do it all again
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| But we’ve listened to pundits and fools
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| Now we fight our wars by someone else’s rules
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| But even if we had to stand alone
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| I say you either let 'em win or bring 'em home
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| Say a prayer for Momma
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| There’s someone missing in her family
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| Say a prayer for Daddy
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| There’s a Gold Star hangin' in the family tree
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| And the grandkids keep on askin'
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| Why did Daddy go to war?
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| And why won’t he be coming home
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| And what was he fightin' for?
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| They just have to keep on sayin'
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| Son you’ll understand it better by and by
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| And they hold their heads up higher
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| And keep hiding all the hurt
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| While that bunch of dirty scumbags at the
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| Westboro Baptist Church
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| Insult our fallen heroes whose boot strings
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| They’re not worthy to untie
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| Say a prayer for Bobby
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| And either let him win or bring him home |