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Standing in this field of limestone Watching flags wave in the air You know we'd love to take you back home But there ain't no place like this there A preacher stammers through a nice verse Does his best to eulogize At times like this, there ain't no right words The rifles fire and your life flashes right before my eyes I don't need no one to tell me you're a hеro Hell, I've known that evеr since you were young And there ain't words to say how proud we all are of you, son Nothing says "job well done" like twenty-one guns They dressed you up in your best uniform And pinned your medals on your chest That folded flag they gave your mama Seemed to say, "We all know that you did your best" I don't need no one to tell me you're a hero Hell, I've known that ever since you were young And there ain't words to say how proud we all are of you, son Nothing says "job well done" like twenty-one guns From Letras Mania