Workin’ In The Dirt (feat. Chris Ferrara)

Touched down as a boy in Vietnam

Didn't take too long to become a man when

I tried to the heal the hurt and scared

I wasn't wearin' one, but that was my cross to bear

Always more wounded on their way

Out in the jungle, just another day for me

Never knew how many I could save

But I would try to keep 'em from the grave

Soldiers become fathers

When they get to come back home

Then their sons and their, their daughters

Can grow up and have their own

Oh, you won't see me in their family tree

There ain't a branch for me reserved

But I was mending roots in combat boots

To help 'em rise up from the earth

While I was workin' in the dirt

I knew I couldn't save 'em all

I couldn't help but feel that it was all my fault

But there's a forest growin' higher

And it's all because some seeds survive the fire

Oh yeah

Soldiers become fathers

When they get to come back home

Then their sons and their, their daughters

Can grow up and have their own

Oh, you won't see me in their family tree

There ain't a branch for me reserved

But I was mending roots in combat boots

To help 'em rise up from the earth

While I was workin' in the dirt

Soldiers become fathers

When they get to come back home

And then their sons and their, their daughters

Can grow up and have their own

Oh, you won't see me in their family tree

There ain't a branch for me reserved

But I was mending roots in combat boots

To help 'em rise up from the earth

While I was workin' in the dirt

While I was workin' in the dirt