Was the eleventh hour of November Down in Asheville Tennessee Free breakfast at the Waffle House If I show ’em my ID
A parade upon the riverfront You can hear the trumpets play Hands on hearts, the color guard Kicks it all off on Veteran’s Day
And they thank me for my service And waive their little flags They genuflect on Sundays And yes, they’d send us back
But I believe in God and country And in the angels upon high And in heaven shining down on us Through bullet holes in the sky
Mmm, mmm, mmm…
Waitress asked me how I’m doing But I don’t know what to say I was thinking ’bout the battlefield The night I learned to pray
Marchers make their way down main street The crowd begins to cheer I feel my chest explode As my eyes fill up with tears
They thank me for my service And waive their little flags They genuflect on Sundays And yes, they’d send us back
But I believe in God and country And in the angels upon high And in heaven shining down on us Through bullet holes in the sky
Mmm, mmm, mmm…
Oh, Jesus, said forgive them They know not what they do And he’s here with me this morning And his words still ring true
So I hang my head and pray for those We lost and those who remain As the clouds burst over Nashville It begins to rain
And they thank me for my service And waive their little flags They genuflect on Sundays And yes, they’d send us back
But I believe in God and country And in the angels upon high And in heaven shining down on us Through bullet holes in the sky And in heaven shining down on us Through bullet holes in the sky