SALUTE ALL THE MEN
I remember running around,not knowing what i’d find
Wondering around hopelessly,going out of my mind
Say a picture of Uncle Sam,and he was pointing at me
Decided to sign up that day,be all that I could be
A war came and they sent me, to a foriegn land
Said we are in it together,united we make a stand
Watched many of my friends die,always lived in fear
Lived to fight another day,and wiped away my tear
(chorus)
Let’s salute all those men
No matter the color of their skin
Some came home some had to die
On the battlefield,you are colorblind
Some people in this world,they disrespect our flag
Treat her like she ain’t nothing but an old dirty rag
Don’t you understand about all the soldiers who made you free
How can you respect yourself when you take a knee
God,family and freedom,well that’s the american way
Used to hear it in school,used to say it every day
So if you see a soldier,don’t worry about their skin
Just ask and they will tell you,they’d do it all again
(CHORUS)
Let’s salute all those men
No matter the color of their skin
Some came home some had to die
On the battlefield,you are colorblind
Marty West
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