He put his boots down in his hometown that he'd fought for with pride
Hugged his wife and jumped into his blue c10
High school graduation tassel still hanging on the rearview
Prom night picture clipped into the dashboard vent
Drove through a crowd of hard gray eyes and judging faces
Couldn't understand, he'd done it all for them
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
3am a gray moonlit kitchen table
A fifth of bourbon and a bible in his hands
He can still taste the diesel smoke and hear the screaming
See floating dandelion seeds of hot red ash
A card on the fridge says welcome home daddy
But he's not sure he ever made it back
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
He pours black coffee in a paper cup this morning
Behind a circle of fold out metal chairs
Brothers talking about demons and forgiveness
Living their lives for those they love and those that sacrificed the chance
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
Geoff Jewett - The War at Home Lyrics
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He put his boots down in his hometown that he'd fought for with pride
Hugged his wife and jumped into his blue c10
High school graduation tassel still hanging on the rearview
Prom night picture clipped into the dashboard vent
Drove through a crowd of hard gray eyes and judging faces
Couldn't understand, he'd done it all for them
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
3am a gray moonlit kitchen table
A fifth of bourbon and a bible in his hands
He can still taste the diesel smoke and hear the screaming
See floating dandelion seeds of hot red ash
A card on the fridge says welcome home daddy
But he's not sure he ever made it back
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
He pours black coffee in a paper cup this morning
Behind a circle of fold out metal chairs
Brothers talking about demons and forgiveness
Living their lives for those they love and those that sacrificed the chance
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
Hugged his wife and jumped into his blue c10
High school graduation tassel still hanging on the rearview
Prom night picture clipped into the dashboard vent
Drove through a crowd of hard gray eyes and judging faces
Couldn't understand, he'd done it all for them
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
3am a gray moonlit kitchen table
A fifth of bourbon and a bible in his hands
He can still taste the diesel smoke and hear the screaming
See floating dandelion seeds of hot red ash
A card on the fridge says welcome home daddy
But he's not sure he ever made it back
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
He pours black coffee in a paper cup this morning
Behind a circle of fold out metal chairs
Brothers talking about demons and forgiveness
Living their lives for those they love and those that sacrificed the chance
The war at home starts when the gunfire stops
Takes its toll on the strongest hero's heart
When the shrapnel's on the inside the scars are buried deep and they don't show
You can hate the reasons and still love the soldier sent
The flag your proudly flying is what they fought for, why they've bled
They stood up for you don't let them stand alone
From warriors to the ones you used to know
In the war at home
Writer: Geoff Jewett, Scott Dixon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid