A Soldier's Memoir

Been home about six months now

And I still have my doubts

Well, I'm not sure how I got here

Or how I'm gonna get out

Well, my mama says I look the same

As I did before I left

But if she could see inside of me

It would scare her to death

I can still taste the powder from the barrel of my gun

And I can hear my sergeant screaming, "Run, soldier, run"

And I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God, it weighed a ton

And I see death in every single thought

They taught me how to put that uniform on

I just can't get it off

Last Saturday, they honored us in a small parade downtown

And when they shot off those fireworks, I nearly hit the ground

And while they smiled and cheered for us, all I could do was stare

'Cause part of me is here at home, but part of me is back there

Well, I can still taste the powder from the barrel of my gun

And I can hear my sergeant screaming, "Run, soldier, run"

And I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God, it weighed a ton

And I see death in every single thought

They taught me how to put that uniform on

I just can't get it off

Yeah, there's no end in sight

'Cause even though I'm home now, I'm still fightin' for my life

Well, I can still taste the powder from the barrel of my gun

And I can hear my sergeant screaming, "Run, soldier, run"

And I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God, it weighed a ton

And I see death in every single thought

Well, they taught me how to put that uniform on

I just can't get it off

Well, the Devil's won some battles, and he may win some more

But don't he know the American soldier will always win the war?