Bullet Holes in the Sky Songtext
von 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


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

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