I feel a rhythm deep inside my chest. Carved along my rifle are the names of fallen friends.
I’ve got my Bible. I'm shipping out to die for everything my fathers have fought to call their own.
This is my prayer: to go when you need me there. I’ll forget my blues and put on my Daddy’s shoes.
All you young men, cast away your sin. Any hate you spread, it leaves bloodstains there instead.
Go be the father, carrying the water ‘til your muscles all are worn and the people quench their thirst.
This is my prayer: to go when they need you there... to lay down your blues and put on your Daddy’s shoes.
People of earth, remember what we’re worth. Cast aside your weapons and go out to those in need.
In all your riches, remember you dig ditches, and it takes so many stitches to repair the wounds of greed.
And in the end when we’ve conquered all our demons, we'll lay down the blues and put on our Daddy’s shoes.
When times get hard, I swear I will work harder.
If I am pushed down, I swear that I will rise.
This is my prayer: to go when you need me there.
I'll forget my blues and put on my Daddy’s shoes.