Tom Barrett
He was waiting for a better time
To tell her he'd be gone
It was blowing up a storm that night
And something about it just seemed wrong
So, he waited 'til the morning came
With lightning all around
It broke his soul, and he let her go
And split for that tore-up town
All these roads
Coulda swore that they closed
And all these towns
Woulda swore they fell down
Tom Barrett was a killing man
From the 21st platoon
Started out in a heavy tank
Tearing down the mountain dunes
And the pilot guards would laugh and say
"We see you're back again"
Said I tell ya if they had their way
They'd send me just to fight the wind
And all these roads
Coulda swore that they closed
And all these towns
Woulda swore they fell down
And this life is getting old
I never see no peace
On the day I turned 41
I was crawling up a ditch in Greece
About to end a man
When they stopped me at his heels
Never knew how they handled him
And don't guess I ever will
He sits alone with a local guide
Amongst the plow machines
Pushing piles
Through miles and miles
Rubble like you've never seen
He said, I'd tell 'em that I've had enough
But no matter where I went
They'd have me caught
Before the sun came up
Tamed and ready to repent
And all these roads
Coulda swore that they closed
And all these towns
I woulda swore they fell down
To tell her he'd be gone
It was blowing up a storm that night
And something about it just seemed wrong
So, he waited 'til the morning came
With lightning all around
It broke his soul, and he let her go
And split for that tore-up town
All these roads
Coulda swore that they closed
And all these towns
Woulda swore they fell down
Tom Barrett was a killing man
From the 21st platoon
Started out in a heavy tank
Tearing down the mountain dunes
And the pilot guards would laugh and say
"We see you're back again"
Said I tell ya if they had their way
They'd send me just to fight the wind
And all these roads
Coulda swore that they closed
And all these towns
Woulda swore they fell down
And this life is getting old
I never see no peace
On the day I turned 41
I was crawling up a ditch in Greece
About to end a man
When they stopped me at his heels
Never knew how they handled him
And don't guess I ever will
He sits alone with a local guide
Amongst the plow machines
Pushing piles
Through miles and miles
Rubble like you've never seen
He said, I'd tell 'em that I've had enough
But no matter where I went
They'd have me caught
Before the sun came up
Tamed and ready to repent
And all these roads
Coulda swore that they closed
And all these towns
I woulda swore they fell down
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Ian Noe
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