Performed and Written by Robert Winters
Copyright 2008
"This is a song, written for and dedicated to my nephew, Sgt. Christopher Butcher, recently returning from Iraq. (To include all of those supporting these brave men and women; Wives, Children, Dad's, Mom's, Aunt's, Uncles, Brothers, Sisters and even Faithful OLD DOGS. God Bless all of the loyal patriots serving our nation at this time. From One Old Soldier...to a NEW BREED. Thanks so Much Sgt.Christopher Butcher. You, my friend, and all too often times
brave nephew, are appreciated." Robert Winters - August 2, 2008
Lyrics
Fought the War; Headed Home
Settled down in this Cleveland Town
Got a job; Went to work
Hope this one last's
My minds on the run
Yet these memories hunt me down
Comfort comes in believing
We will not repeat the past
Chorus
I am but one, of America's Sons
Red, Yellow, White, Brown; Black & Blue
We answered the call
We stood proud and marched tall
And thought it the least, we could do
Landed late; looked around
Searching for a familiar face
There's my wife with a child, I've never met
Walk the streets, late at night
Feeling safe, yet so out of place
Finding ease in remembering
What I'm better to forget
Chorus
I am but one, of America's Sons
Red, Yellow, White, Brown; Black & Blue
We answered the call
We stood proud and marched tall
And thought it the least, we could do
