| They call me Doc
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| But I ain’t got no degree
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| When **** hits the fan
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| They’re calling for me
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| From bluegrass Kentucky
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| With red blood on my hands
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| Nobody calls me hero
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| Except for my friends
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| Yeah, I’ve woke up from dreams to find out they were real
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| I can tell you how it went but I can’t tell you how it feels
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| 'Cause I’ve seen it all
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| Helped heroes who fall
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| Picked them up 'til they stand tall
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| And I’ve been in the field
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| And worked down to the bone
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| To make sure all my brothers get back home
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| I’ve shared the smiles, I’ve shared the tears
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| Swore they’d make it out of here
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| When they scream, «Please, make it stop»
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| They call me Doc
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| They all know my name
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| 'Cause it’s stitched on my chest
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| And it hangs on this chain
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| You won’t read it in the paper
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| Or see it on the TV
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| But I don’t need no fame
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| That’s fine by me
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| Yeah, when they’re broke and bruised
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| I know just what I do
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| My job always starts when their job is through
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| Yeah, I’ve seen it all
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| Helped heroes who fall
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| Picked them up 'til they stand tall
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| And I’ve been in the field
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| Worked down to the bone
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| To make sure all my brothers get back home
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| I’ve shared the smiles, I’ve shared the tears
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| Swore they’d make it out of here
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| When they scream, «Please, make it stop»
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| They call me Doc
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| They call me Doc
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| You’ll never know the heartache of looking a grown man in the eye
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| When he asks you, «Am I gonna make it?»
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| And you gotta lie
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| They call me Doc
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| But I ain’t got no degree
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| When **** hits the fan
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| They’re calling for me
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| From bluegrass Kentucky
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| With red blood on my hands
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| Nobody calls me hero
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| Except my old man
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| Yeah, they call me Doc |