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• Artiste: Mary Gauthier
• Titre: Bullet Holes In The Sky
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It's the 11th of November down in Nashville Tennessee Free breakfast at the Waffle House if I show 'em my I.D A parade up on the riverfront, you can hear the trumpets play Hands on hearts, the color guard kicks it off on Veterans Day And they thank me for my service and wave their little flags They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back But I believe in God and country and in the angels up on high? And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky Waitress asks me how I'm doing but I don't know what to say I was thinking bout the battlefield the night I learned to pray Marchers wind their way down Main Street the crowd begins to cheer I feel my chest exploding as my eyes fill up with tears They thank me for my service and wave their little flags They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back But I believe in God and country and in the angels up on high? And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky Oh Jesus said forgive them, they know not what they do And he's here with me this morning and his words they still ring true So I hang my head and pray for those we lost and those who remain As the clouds burst over Nashville - it begins to rain And they thank me for my service and wave their little flags They genuflect on Sundays and yesm they'd send us back But I believe in God and country and in the angels up on high? And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky