Letras
A single mom slips from her bunk and drops down to her knees
She asks for strength to face a day that holds no guarantees
She pictures someone with her son tucking him in bed
And longs for that day to come when she'll be there instead
There's no such thing as just a weekend warrior
With what they're called to do
The life they've put on hold back home they now lay on the line
For the red white and you
The youngest driver in the convoy just turned twenty- one
A wedding band on his left hand- flashes in the sun
This ain't like the miles he logged when he worked for U.P.S.
He'll call her later on to plan the honeymoon they missed
Lead Break
A teacher and a preacher's son are standing guard tonight
A moonless sky is lit up by a distant firefight
They were total strangers before this all began
Now they're borthers united defending our homeland
Tag
Yeah the life they put on hold back home they now lay on the line
For the red white and you
The red white and you