Been home about six months now
And he still has his doubts
Well he's not sure how he got here
Or how he's gonna get out
Well his mama says he looks the same
As he did before he left
But if she could see inside of him
It would scare her to death
Well he can still taste the powder, from the barrel of his gun
And he can hear his sergeant screamin' ""Run soldier run""
And he can feel the backpack on his shoulders
God it weighted a ton
And he sees death in every single thought
They taught him how to put that uniform on
But he (just) can't get it off
Last Saturday they honoroed him
In a small parade downtown
And when they shot off those fireworks
He nearly hit the ground
And while they smiled and cheered for him
All he could do was stare
Cause part of him is here at home
But part of hims back there
Well he can still taste the powder, from the barrel of his gun
And he can hear his sergeant screamin' ""Run soldier run""
And he can feel the backpack on his shoulders
God it weighted a ton
And he sees death in every single thought
They taught him how to put that uniform on
But he (just) can't get it off
Yeah there's no end in sight
Cause' even though he's home now
He's still fighting for his life
Well he can still taste the powder, from the barrel of his gun
And he can hear his sergeant screamin' ""Run soldier run""
And he can feel the backpack on his shoulders
God it weighted a ton
And he sees death in every single thought
They taught him how to put that uniform on
But he (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