Raise Your Bottle - Live

How we doin' out there tonight?
This is a song that I wrote for my daddy
My dad's 100% disabled
From serving our country during the Vietnam War
And my dad's my hero
And every night we sing this song and we give credit where credit's due
So I'd like to take a moment
If all my veterans, all my active duty service men and women
All my firefighters, all my law enforcement officers, all my EMS
If y'all could stand up right now, stand up
Look at all these heroes
I'm gonna tell you somethin'
We're the greatest nation in the whole wide world
Because of the men and women who serve this country
And keep us free and safe
So you know what, let's give a big old round of applause
Raise your bottle, if you got one

There's a memory that rings clear as a bell
I was bouncin' like a bull rider on his knee
I sure miss those old stories that he'd tell
From a hobo on a freight train, to a sailor out at sea

My Granny says that I've got his smile
He's the reason I take pride in my last name
No, he never made the headlines, nobody sings his song
So for every unsung hero, we're singing this today, c'mon

So raise your bottles to the boys and let's remember
All the fallen and the price they had to pay
Hold 'em up high and salute
All the ones who made it back, and for the ones away from home
Don't forget to pray

Grandpa could sing you every Hank Williams song
But it's Amazing Grace that brought him back around
He'd shed a tear talkin' about the day
That German gunner shot his best friend down

My Daddy fought a war, some say in vain
Well, he came home in a wheelchair, and he walks with a cane
It seems like every generation has to pay the cost
I think about my family and the good friends that we've lost

So raise your bottles to the boys and let's remember
All the fallen and the price they had to pay
Hold 'em up high and salute
All the ones who made it back, and for the ones away from home
Don't forget to pray

From Normandy to Korea, to Caisson, Vietnam
Heartaches and headstones stretched from coast to coast
From Bunker Hill to Fallujah, Gettysburg to Japan
Everyone who's ever served or lost someone, let's make a toast

Come on Houston, everybody
So raise your bottles to the boys and let's remember
All the fallen and the price they had to pay
Hold 'em up high and salute
All the ones who made it back, and for the ones away from home
Don't forget to pray

No don't forget to pray
No don't forget to pray
Don't forget to pray
Let's give a big old round of applause, thank you