Bullet Holes In The Sky Lyrics - Mary Gauthier

It's the eleventh of November down in Nashville, Tennessee 

Free breakfast at the waffle house if I show 'em my ID 

A parade up on the riverfront, you can hear the trumpets play 

Hands on hearts, the color guard kicks it off Veteran's 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 county and in 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 make their way down Main Street the crowd begins to cheer 

I feel my chest explode as my eyes fill up tears 

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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 county and in angels up on high 

And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky 

Oh Jesus said forgive them for they know not what they do 

And he's here with me this morning and his words still ring true 

So I hand my head and pray for those we lost and those who remain 

As the clouds burst over Nashville it beings to rain 

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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 county and in 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