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Old Army Hat

He came home to Tennessee
Young man at the end of forty five
Only one of seven men in his platoon
That made it back alive

And he must've seen some tough things
But he never said too much about all that
Put his pictures and his memories in our cedar chest
Everything but his old army hat

By the time that I was born
The winds of change had swept across our land
They were burning flags and draft cards
When they bothered to take some kind of stand

Now we used to laugh at grandpa
Like he was some old relic from the past
'Cause he never left the house unless he was wearing
That funny looking worn out army hat

Every eye was on him
Anytime when he went anywhere
They whispered and they pointed
But you could tell my grandpa didn't care

"I ain't wearing this for them", he'd say
"It's a whole lot more than that
For my buddies who gave everything
The least that I can do is keep on wearing this old army hat"

He called me up one morning
Said he'd seen it on the news on his TV
"They've opened up a monument to World War II
In Washington DC"

"I ain't getting any younger
And I wish someone would take me to see that"
And I couldn't help but think they're gonna laugh at you up there
If you show up in that silly army hat

Two strangers, both salute
As grandpa walked up to the monument
One said, "Thank you soldier, for the job well done"
The other said, "Amen"

And a young boy told him
"Sir, my daddy went to war and didn't make it back
Could you take a picture standing here beside me
And maybe let me wear your army hat"

Every eye was on him
There was not a dry one in the crowd
They whispered and they pointed
As my grandpa stood up extra tall and proud

And he told him, "Son, just keep it"
When the young boy tried his best to give it back
"You're a brave little soldier and every soldier needs
His very own authentic army hat"

"For your daddy who gave everything the least that I can do
Is pass on this old worn out army hat"

By Billy Ray Cyrus

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We Fought Hard

My big brother broke my arm
Rough housing out in our back yard
He'd hold me down till I couldn't breathe
Still think he put the tough in me
We fought hard

We both dated Katie Lee
He swore he kissed her before me
We saw her out with a boy named Jack
When it all went down I had his back
And we fought hard

We fought hard, we fought real
No, you couldn't tell us different
We thought we were made of steel
We went all in, we gave 'em hell
Every loss and every victory
Is a story we could tell
These sweet scars
They left their mark
We fought hard


They shipped us out in 2001
To a battle in the desert sun
I won't lie, I was scared
But at least I had my brother there
We fought hard

We fought hard, we fought real
No, you couldn't tell us different
We thought we were made of steel
We went all in, we gave 'em hell
Every loss and every victory
Is a story we could tell
These sweet scars
They left their mark
We fought hard


Rode in the plane that brought him home
Couldn't let him come back all alone
I met my Mama at the gate
And all that I could think to say

Was Mama, we fought hard we fought real
Though you tried to tell us different
We thought we were made of steel
We went all in, we gave 'em hell
I never thought this'd be the story
That I'd ever have to tell
These sweet scars
They leave their mark
We fought hard


By Billy Ray Cyrus

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Runway Lights

Graduated from Lincoln High
Somehow I made my way through VMI
Joined the Navy and I learned to fly
That’s what I always dreamed of
There’s a hometown girl who wears my ring
Her name is painted on my starboard wing
Tonight I’m half a world from everything
And everyone that I love.

I wonder how the Yankees did tonight
I sure hope Grandma's doin' all right
I wish I knew what Momma's cooking for supper
I pray Jane had got my letter and knows how much I love her


Lord knows I got a job to do
I just can’t wait until it’s through
I keep dreamin’ bout that homebound flight
Looking for those runway lights.

Grandpa did his part for Uncle Sam
Daddy did his time in Vietnam
Now I'm flying over sea and sand
Through unfriendly skies
Man if it was up to me
I’d be touchin’ down in Tennessee
My baby standing there waiting on me
Tears in her eyes

I wonder how the Yankees did tonight
I sure hope Grandma's doin' all right
I wish I knew what Momma's cooking for supper
I pray Jane had got my letter and knows how much I love her


Lord knows I got a job to do
I can’t wait until it’s through
I keep dreamin’ bout that homebound flight
Looking for those runway lights.
Looking for those runway lights.
Looking for those runway lights.

By Billy Ray Cyrus

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