(Verse 1) Red dirt clinging to my boots, mud upon my coat A thousand spoken promises stuck inside my throat I wore the patch upon my sleeve, I dug my heels in deep And now I watch over a town that’s fast asleep. (Chorus) Hold this line… hold this line… With a wolf in here and a war behind. I fought for my country, now I fight myself Leaving all the broken pieces on the bottom shelf. (Bridge) Don't call me hero. Don't call me broken. Just let the front porch light stay shining bright. From the VA door to the back-field grave, We’re just trying to make it through the night. (Outro) Hold this line… Keep the key in your jaw… (Fade out into distant crickets, rain tapping on a tin roof, and soft acoustic thumb-picking)
