Lyrics

Intro:
Boots on sacred ground
Verse 1
Dusty boots on a red clay road,
Letters home in a weathered coat,
Photographs in a pocket worn thin,
Dreams of coming back again.
A Marines prayer in the midnight air,
A flag that waits on an empty chair,
They carried hope where the wild wind blows,
Freedom’s price, only heaven knows.
Pre-Chorus:
Raise a glass, tip your hat,
For the ones who won’t come back,
Their stories echo through this land,
Written in the lines of a working man’s hand.
Chorus
They gave it all, no looking down,
Laid their hearts on sacred ground,
Outlaws, heroes, sons and daughters,
Fighting for what really matters.
So let the stars and stripes fly high,
Let the thunder roll and the eagle cry,
We remember every name and sound,
Of boots that walked on sacred ground.
Verse 2
Barbed wire fences and a porch light on,
A gold star family trying to stay strong,
Old dog tags in a dresser drawer,
Echoes of laughter, now just memories and more.
From rolling hills to desert sand,
They drew the line, they took a stand,
A rebel spirit, brave and proud,
Their silence speaks so damn loud.
Pre-Chorus:
Raise a glass, tip your hat,
For the ones who won’t come back,
Their stories echo through this land,
Written in the lines of a working man’s hand.
Chorus
They gave it all, no looking down,
Laid their hearts on sacred ground,
Outlaws, heroes, sons and daughters,
Fighting for what really matters.
So let the stars and stripes fly high,
Let the thunder roll and the eagle cry,
We remember every name and sound,
Of boots that walked on sacred ground.
Bridge:
There’s a cross on a hillside,
A name carved in stone,
But their spirit rides the wind,
And we’re never alone.
Raise your voice to the midnight sky,
For the brave who never said goodbye.
Outro:
So light a fire, let the stories ring,
Freedom’s song is what we sing,
With every dawn, we stand our ground,
For the boots that walked on sacred ground.