Reigh Kilbride - Sir Lyrics

I called him sir I'd see him every morning
We'd talk about his service when he was in the army
Tough as leather he wouldn't hurt a feather
Once he told me all about the war

His body his soul mind and spirit
Inspired by his pain he lights a cigarette
The weight breaks him down he tries not to show it
Whistling a jig at what he can't forget

I bought a soldier of fortune magazine
was running five miles a day
I would leave and move far way
Never go back there again

I was buggin' out the next morning
The rumors they were circling
The old soldier that talked to me
I would talk to him no more

I bought a soldier of fortune magazine
At the general store
I would leave and move far away
Never going back there again

I called him sir I'd see him every morning