Recently, I've been posting some things from the past. This is also one of those. A song I co-wrote with David Snyder.
A tribute, on this memorial day weekend, to the ones who didn't make it home, and to those who did come home but lost something "over there", the ones who wake up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat from the nightmares that won't go away or the one who walks down a city street and hears a truck backfire and is instantly back in the middle of a firefight in some distant, god-forsaken land........
Whiskey For Breakfast All gave some, and some gave all. Semper Fi.
The lyrics:
Whiskey For Breakfast
It’s been the same way in this world since the dawn of time
When the first man said this land here is mine
He picked up a rock and there was blood on his hands
A curse on the ground his brother dying on the sand
They called him Johnny Reb and he wore that name with pride
It was brother against brother some fighting side by side
Antietam down to Vicksburg marching to the devil’s den
After all that time still wondering where the hell he’s been
Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen the places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming about mountains and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.
Nightmares that haunt me in the middle of the day
Closing my eyes I can’t chase them away
Some came home and some remain just names on a wall
Walking down a busy street I feel the darkness call
Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen the places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming of jungles and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.
In the devil’s sand box you can’t tell friends from foe
Death is waiting for you, everywhere you go.
Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen those places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming of deserts and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.