that whiskey burns goin' down.
old man pour me another round,
because it's my last night in town,
and i ain't thinkin' of slowin' down. 
no i am fixin' to drown

till i see the sun, or i can't see.
cuz i got the blues, and the blues got me. 
i'm gonna make my momma proud, 
her boy on the front lines.
and just like my daddy done,
i ain't afraid to die.

i ain't afraid to die.
i ain't no fortunate one, 
but i am proud of what i done.
and hardships, i seen some, 
but i ain't no coward, i don't turn [bad word]  

so i stumble home
and pack up my old memories. 
pictures of ma,
my daddy's flask she gave me. 
"keep it near your heart"
she would always say. 
it's all he left
and so that's where it will stay.
and her leatherbound
book of psalms and prayers,
that she would always read
with patience and care. 
a short walk to the cemetary
to pay respect before i leave. 
1901 to 1943. 
 [bad word] my fingers through her name
and the effigy.

the sun is up,
and it's all i see. 
i got the blues
and they stillgot me. 
i'm gonna make my momma proud,
her hopeful new [bad word] 
and just like my daddy done, 
i'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.