Testi:
Blake Brian

Wounded and weary, he camt riding through our camp, He said, "This war's almost over boys, go on back to Birmingham", But I still could hear the thunder

I have stumbled, I have complained, On this rough and rocky road, I've been humbled, Caught out in the rain, And it chilled me to the bone, Lawd now

I play country music 'cause I'm from back in the woods, I play rock and roll 'cause it makes me feel good, I play them ol 'blues to take the load off

Verse 1: Sun comes up, tide goes out, a new day begins Palm trees sway, as children play, in the sand Seagulls fly, across the sky, two by two Another

When I was seventeen, immature and green, I thought I knew the man, I wanted me to be, I never saw myself, working here this way, I'd thought I'd make

I was with the 42nd back in 1943, I've fought for freedom on the shores of every sea, But nowadays it's different all I feel is shame, People dying everyday

Wounded and weary, he camt riding through our camp, He said, "This war's almost over boys, go on back to Birmingham", But I still could hear the thunder