Son Be Strong For Mama

Verse 1 (0:00 - 0:35)
The preacher’s voice is steady, but the wind cuts like a knife,
An American flag drapes the coffin of a hero’s life.
Mama holds my hand tight, tears fallin’ like rain,
A 21-gun salute echoes Daddy’s name. 
Chorus (0:35 - 1:05)
He taught me how to stand tall, how to fight for what’s right,
To love this land and hold my faith in the starlit night.
Though Iraq took him from us, his lessons won’t fade,
I’m livin’ by the honor in the flag on his grave. 
Verse 2 (1:05 - 1:40)
I was just a boy then, in my Sunday best,
Saluted through my tears, fist proud on my chest.
He showed me how to cast a line, to pray when times are tough,
Said, “Son, be strong for Mama, when the world gets rough.” 
Chorus (1:40 - 2:10)
He taught me how to stand tall, how to fight for what’s right,
To love this land and hold my faith in the starlit night.
Though Iraq took him from us, his lessons won’t fade,
I’m livin’ by the honor in the flag on his grave. 
Bridge (2:10 - 2:30)
Now I’m grown, with a family, and his old truck’s still mine,
I see his eyes in the mirror, hear his voice in the pines.
Every choice I make, every step I take,
Is guided by the man who gave all for freedom’s sake. 
Chorus (2:30 - 3:00)
He taught me how to stand tall, how to fight for what’s right,
To love this land and hold my faith in the starlit night.
Though Iraq took him from us, his lessons won’t fade,
I’m livin’ by the honor in the flag on his grave. 
Outro (3:00 - 3:20)
Yeah, I’m livin’ by the honor… in the flag on his grave.