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Trace Adkins - Empty Chair (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trace Adkins
Trace Adkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lance Miller
Lance Miller
Songwriter
David Frasier
David Frasier
Songwriter
Lonnie Fowler
Lonnie Fowler
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We commandeer a corner table
At our small town diner
Just five or six old men
Throwin' out corny ol' one-liners
They pat the heads of children
Give friendly nods to strangers
They sure seem quick to laugh
Makes you think they're slow to anger
[Verse 2]
Those guys were front-line brothers
Their lives depended on each other
They were soldiers long before they were men
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived
Came home, went on to build their lives
Never chargin' us a penny
For the debt we owe to them
But you can almost smell the gun smoke
And the foxholes that they shared
On the days they raise their coffees
And toast the empty chair
[Verse 3]
They'll ask you where you're from
What you do, what you've done
But don't go thinkin' they're all talk
'Cause you wouldn't wanna piss them off
[Verse 4]
Those guys were front-line brothers
Their lives depended on each other
They were soldiers long before they were men
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived
Came home, went on to build their lives
Never chargin' us a penny
For the debt we owe to them
But you can almost smell the gun smoke
And the foxholes that they shared
On the days they raise their coffees
And toast the empty chair
[Verse 5]
They'll tell you anything you wanna know
But there's one place they just won't go
'Cause they don't wanna ruin our dreams
By tellin' us the things they've seen
[Verse 6]
Those guys were front-line brothers
Their lives depended on each other
They were soldiers long before they were men
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived
Came home, went on to build their lives
Never chargin' us a penny
For the debt we owe to them
And you can almost smell the gun smoke
And the foxholes that they shared
On the days they raise their coffees
And toast the empty chair
[Verse 7]
To the brother who ain't there
We salute you
Written by: David Frasier, Lance Miller, Lonnie Fowler
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