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Lyrics:
The dusty windshield of my Daddy's Ford is a window into my memory
As we travel on this old familiar road like we're traveling back in time
When I was a kid I liked to play soldier
Fighting in my country's name
Now I've taken up my roots
Foreign soil upon my boots
The gun is loaded now when I take aim
I'm coming home to my father's ground
I've been gone too long, time to set my burden down
I'm heading back to where my life began
I left home a child but I am coming back a man
Everyone that I've missed so much has now come to view as we round the bend and
I ask my dad if he'll pinch my arm to make sure that it's real
It's hard to get a proper dose of reality
From what they teach you in the corps
Enemies become more human
When you see their wives and children
Become living casualties of war
I'm coming home to my father's ground
I've been gone too long, time to set my burden down
I've done the best that I think I can
I left home a child but I am coming back...
I'm coming home to my father's ground
I need a place to rest, and that is where I'm bound
I've watched a thousand boys turn to men
I'm much wiser than I thought I was back then
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