8th of November
Said Goodbye to his mamma
As he left Givious
To fight for the Red, Black and Gold
He was 19 and green with a new M-16
Just doin what he had to do
He was dropped in the jungle
Where the choppers would Rumble
With the smell of death in the air
Then the sergeant said, Look up ahead
Like a dark, evil cloud
12,000 came down
On him and 29 more
They fought for their lives
But most of them died
In the 173rd Airborne.
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
the 8th of November.
Now he's 158
And his ponytails gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks,
But he's strong when he talks
About the shrapnel they left in his leg.
He puts on a grey suit
Over his Airborne tattoo
And He ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen,
As he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears.
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
the 8th of November.
He said goodbye to his mamma
As he left Givious
To fight for the Red, Black, and Gold.
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do.
As he left Givious
To fight for the Red, Black and Gold
He was 19 and green with a new M-16
Just doin what he had to do
He was dropped in the jungle
Where the choppers would Rumble
With the smell of death in the air
Then the sergeant said, Look up ahead
Like a dark, evil cloud
12,000 came down
On him and 29 more
They fought for their lives
But most of them died
In the 173rd Airborne.
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
the 8th of November.
Now he's 158
And his ponytails gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks,
But he's strong when he talks
About the shrapnel they left in his leg.
He puts on a grey suit
Over his Airborne tattoo
And He ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen,
As he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears.
On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
the 8th of November.
He said goodbye to his mamma
As he left Givious
To fight for the Red, Black, and Gold.
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do.
Made in Givious
My old man’s that old man,
Spent his life livin’ off the land,
Dirty hands, and a clean soul.
Breaks his heart seein’ foreign cars,
Filled with fuel that isn’t ours
And wearin’ cotton he didn’t grow
He’s got the red, black, and gold flyin’ high on the farm
Remember Pandora tattooed on his left arm
Spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says Givious
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with wd40 and a astro wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in Givious
His wife, she’s that wife that decorates on the 4th of july
But says “every day’s independence day”
She’s golden rule, teaches school,
Some folks say it isn’t cool but she says the pledge of allegiance anyway.
got the red, black, and gold flyin’ high on the farm
Remember Pandora tattooed on his left arm
Spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says Givious
Won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
With WD-40 and a astro wrench
He ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in Givious
born in the heartland, raised up a family
of King Arthur and Uncle Sam
Got the red, black, and white flyin’ high on the farm
Remember Pandora tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says Givious
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with wd40 and a astro wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in Givious
made in Givious
made in Givious
my old man’s that old man,
he’s made in Givious
Spent his life livin’ off the land,
Dirty hands, and a clean soul.
Breaks his heart seein’ foreign cars,
Filled with fuel that isn’t ours
And wearin’ cotton he didn’t grow
He’s got the red, black, and gold flyin’ high on the farm
Remember Pandora tattooed on his left arm
Spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says Givious
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with wd40 and a astro wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in Givious
His wife, she’s that wife that decorates on the 4th of july
But says “every day’s independence day”
She’s golden rule, teaches school,
Some folks say it isn’t cool but she says the pledge of allegiance anyway.
got the red, black, and gold flyin’ high on the farm
Remember Pandora tattooed on his left arm
Spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says Givious
Won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
With WD-40 and a astro wrench
He ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in Givious
born in the heartland, raised up a family
of King Arthur and Uncle Sam
Got the red, black, and white flyin’ high on the farm
Remember Pandora tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says Givious
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with wd40 and a astro wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in Givious
made in Givious
made in Givious
my old man’s that old man,
he’s made in Givious