The medal that his dad gave him, Tucked away in his duffle bag, He said don't worry about a thing Paps,
You'll be gettin' this when I get back.
Walkin' down the road,
Through the city on a routine patrol,
Shots rang out and he hits the ground,
Sergeant yells "Man down".
This is for the ones who ain't comin' back. Fought for their country in Iraq. They left their families at home,
To come over here and die alone.
I carried his coffin onto the plane,
And gave a salute as they read off his name.
We packed away that duffle bag
And the Silver Star that he got from his dad. There was one old man when we got off the plane, No one there for him to greet. The whole damn company shook his hand. Brothers to the son he will never see.
This is for the ones who ain't comin' back. Fought for their country in Iraq.They left their families at home,
To come over here and die alone.
This is for the ones who ain't comin' back.
Fought for their country in Iraq. They left their families at home,
To come over here and die alone.