| He’s got a corner lot on Dogwood Drive
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| A year-old truck and a nine to five
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| Comes home at night to a pretty wife
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| With a baby due
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| He’ll sleep in on Saturday
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| Cut the grass if it don’t rain
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| After church he’ll watch the game and have a beer or two
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| He’ll stand up when he hears the anthem
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| And that won’t ever change
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| He’s still a soldier
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| His blood runs red, white, and blue
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| He put away his gun and boots
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| But he still believes the American dream
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| 'Til his last breath he’ll always be a soldier
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| He’s still a soldier
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| He’s on his couch for the news at ten
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| He’ll see those places that he’s been
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| And when a brother falls there’s a part of him that does too
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| And if they called and needed him back
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| Oh, he’d be on that plane
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| He’s still a soldier
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| His blood runs red, white, and blue
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| He put away his gun and boots
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| But he still believes the American dream
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| 'Til his last breath he’ll always be a soldier
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| He’s still a soldier
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| He don’t wake up anymore
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| When he hears thunder
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| Oh, but even if he lives to be a hundred
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| He’ll still be a soldier
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| He’s still a soldier
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| His blood runs red, white, and blue
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| He put away his gun and boots
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| But he still believes the American dream
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| 'Til his last breath he’ll always be a soldier
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| He’s still a soldier
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| He’s still a soldier |