Prisoners of War

That whiskey burns going down Old man pour me another round Cause it's my last night in town And I ain't thinking of slowing down No, I am fixing, I'm fixing to drown Till I see the sun or I can't see Cause 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's done I ain't afraid to die I ain't afraid to die I ain't no fortunate one But I'm proud of what I've done Hardships, I've seen some I ain't a coward, I don't turn and run I don't turn and run So I stumble home, 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'll stay Her leatherbound, book of psalms and prayers She would always read with patience and care A short walk to the cemetery to pay respects before I leave 1901 to 1943 I run my fingers through her name and the effigy The sun is up, it's all I see Cause I got the blues and they still got me Yeah, they still got me I'm gonna make my momma proud Her hopeful new recruit And just like my daddy done I'm gonna bleed red, white, and blue I'm gonna bleed red, white, and blue I'm gonna bleed red, white, and blue I'm gonna bleed red, white, and blue I'm gonna bleed red, white, and blue