I was sittin' there just the other night,
Just my brother and me with a few Bud Lights, and the night was cold.
Yeah we told mama we were gonna be the young and bold.
It was a decision we made to fight to be free,
To have the life of a soldier that's the life for me, but I couldn't tell; not the one I love to death.
I didn't think the last time I'd see my blue eyed baby she'd be cryin' and squeezin' me, but my mind was set. Oh I got aboard that jumbo jet.
Well I trained and trained for thirty-six weeks, but it wasn't enough. I broke down in the head at the sight of some of that stuff. Soon enough I couldn't even sleep; I would shake in bed and cry in my hands, but the visions that haunted wouldn't go away. I wish I was still just bailin' hay.
But I came to terms with the things I'd done, but I still won't forget the last thing I did, and it was all I could do. Well it was an awful day I was hurt and bloody, but all I could think was he's my buddy so I dropped my gun. I picked him up and all I could think was run.
Well we almost made it back to the road, but my legs went weak and I fell under the load. They told me he survived, said I was gonna' be alright. I said thanks doc, and he held my hand tight.
All I could think was my blue eyed girl cryin' her eyes out through her curls. So that's when I knew, the doctor had lied.