| There’s a memory that rings clear as a bell,
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| I was bouncin' like a bull rider on his knee,
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| I sure miss those old stories that he’d tell,
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| From a hobo on a freight train, to a sailor out at sea.
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| My Granny says that I’ve got his smile,
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| He’s the reason I take pride in my last name,
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| Though he never made the headlines, nobody sings his song,
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| So every unsung hero, I’m singing this today…
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| So raise your bottle to the boys and let’s remember,
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| All the fallen and the price they had to pay,
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| Hold 'em up high and salute,
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| All the ones that made it back, and for the ones away from home,
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| Don’t forget to pray…
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| Grandpa could sing you every Hank Williams song,
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| But it’s Amazing Grace that brought him back around,
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| He’d shed a tear talkin' about the day,
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| That German gunner shot his best friend down…
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| My Daddy fought a war some say in vain,
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| Well, he come home in a wheelchair, he walks with a cane,
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| It seems like every generation has to pay the cost,
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| I think about my family and the good friends that we’ve lost…
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| From Normandy to Korea, to Caisson, Vietnam,
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| Heartaches and headstones stretched from coast to coast,
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| From Bunker Hill to Fallujah, Gettysburg to Japan,
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| Everyone who’s ever served or lost someone thats made us hope.
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| Don’t forget to pray,
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| No don’t forget to pray,
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| Don’t forget to pray. |