Bullet Holes In The Sky

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It's the eleventh of November down in Nashville, Tennessee
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Free breakfast at the Waffle House if I show 'em my I.D.
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A parade up on the riverfront, you can hear the trumpets play
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Hands on hearts, the color guard kicks it off on Veterans Day

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And they thank me for my service and wave their little flags
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 They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back
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But I believe in God and country and in the angels up on high
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And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky
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Mm-hmm-hmm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm

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Waitress asks me how I'm doing but I don't know what to say
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I was thinking 'bout the battlefield the night I learned to pray
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Marchers make their way down Main Street,  the crowd begins to cheer
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I feel my chest exploding as my eyes fill up with tears

       Bm             D          A
They thank me for my service and wave their little flags
Bm                 D           A
 They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back
         Bm              D                  A
But I believe in God and country and in the angels up on high
          Bm          D                  A
And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky
       Bm       D       A
Mm-hmm-hmm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm

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Oh, Jesus said forgive them, they know not what they do
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And he's here with me this morning and his words they still ring true
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So I hang my head and pray for those we lost and those who remain
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As the clouds burst over Nashville, it begins to rain

       Bm             D          A
They thank me for my service and wave their little flags
Bm                 D           A
 They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back
         Bm              D                  A
But I believe in God and country and in the angels up on high
          Bm          D                  A
And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky
          Bm          D                  A
And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky
 Bm         D       A
Oh-o-oh, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

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