[Verse]
In the heart of Tenne'see, where the fields are wide and green,
Young boys grow to men, in ways they've always seen.
From Friday night football to Sunday morning pews,
They've got a sense of duty, in everything they do.
[Verse 2]
Mama packed their rucksacks, with a heart both proud and scared,
Daddy’s voice was steady, as he said a silent prayer.
From rolling in the hayfields to rolling through the sand,
They leave home as boys, come back as seasoned men.
[Chorus]
They're our hometown heroes, wearing camo, not a cape,
In far-off distant deserts, ‘cross the ocean’s wide landscape.
Standing tall for freedom, under skies that’s full of stars,
They're our brothers and our sisters, no matter where they are.
[Verse 3]
Letters from the frontlines tell a tale of grit and grace,
Of friendships forged in fire, where bullets interlace.
They miss the sound of crickets and the taste of homemade pie,
But they carry on with courage, as the flag flies high.
[Bridge]
[Verse] In the heart of Tenne'see, where the fields are wide and green, Young boys grow to men, in ways they've always seen. From Friday night football to Sunday morning pews, They've got a sense of duty, in everything they do. [Verse 2] Mama packed their rucksacks, with a heart both proud and scared, Daddy’s voice was steady, as he said a silent prayer. From rolling in the hayfields to rolling through the sand, They leave home as boys, come back as seasoned men. [Chorus] They're our hometown heroes, wearing camo, not a cape, In far-off distant deserts, ‘cross the ocean’s wide landscape. Standing tall for freedom, under skies that’s full of stars, They're our brothers and our sisters, no matter where they are. [Verse 3] Letters from the frontlines tell a tale of grit and grace, Of friendships forged in fire, where bullets interlace. They miss the sound of crickets and the taste of homemade pie, But they carry on with courage, as the flag flies high. [Bridge]