America's Son 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 Video is no longer available. 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 | | |