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| We are the chosen ones
I never thought that this where I'd settle down. I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown. They gave me this plot of land, Me and some other men, for a job well done. There's a big White house sits ona hill just up the road. The man inside, he cried the day they brought me home. They folded up a flag and told my Mom and Dad: "We're proud of your son". And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property. I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company. I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done. I can rest in peace; I'm one of the chosen ones: I made it to Arlington. I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight. We searched all day to find out where my Grand-dad lay. And when we finally found that cross, He said: "Son, this is what it cost to keep us free." Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him. He recognized me on the first day I came in. And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, And saluted me. And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property. I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company. I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done. I can rest in peace: I'm one of the chosen ones: I made it to Arlington. And everytime I hear twenty-one guns, I know they brought another hero home to us. We're thankful for thankful for the things we done. We can rest in peace we are one of the chosen ones. We made it to Arlington. Yeah dust to dust, don't cry for us, We made it to Arlington |
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