Workin’ In The Dirt

Touched down as a boy in Vietnam. Didn't take too long to become a man. When I tried to heal the hurt and scared. Wasn't wearing one, but that was my cross to Bear. Always wounded on their way. Out in the jungle, just another day for me. Never knew how many I could save. But I would try to keep 'em from the Grave. Soldiers become fathers. When they get to come back home. Then their sons and their, their daughters. Can grow up and have their own. Oh, you won't see me in their family tree. There ain't a branch for me reserved. But I was mending roots in combat boots. To help 'em rise up from the earth. While I was working in the dirt. I knew I couldn't save 'em all. I couldn't help but feel that it was all My fault. But there's a forest growing higher. And it's all because some seeds survive the fire. Oh, yeah. Soldiers become fathers. When they get to come back home. Then their sons and their, their daughters. Can grow up and have their own. Oh, you won't see me in their family tree. There ain't a branch for me reserved. But I was mending roots in combat boots. To help 'em rise up from the earth. While I was working in the dirt. Soldiers Become fathers. When they get to come back home. And then their sons and their, Their daughters. Can grow up and have their own. Oh, you won't see me in their family tree. There ain't a branch for me reserved. But I was mending roots in combat boots. To help 'em rise up from the earth. While I was working in the dirt. While I was working in the dirt.