Die Tryin' Songtext

von Chase Rice

I signed up because daddys work truck couldn't pay my way through school.
Just like to be like Pa to give my all for the red, white, and blue.
It was Fort Brag for eight long weeks. It was mud, and blood, and aching feet.
Bonds with new brothers shipped over seas.
We get up each morning knowing this coud be the end
But we still put our boots on and do it all again.
We all love living free and to keep ole Glory flying, or die tryin'.
Three tores in the sun and sand can steal a man's soul. Taking fight from faceless enemies was getting old.
And you havent seen a fight 'till you're fighting for your life with your brothers side-by-side ***.
We get up each morning, knowing this could be the end but we still put our boots on and do it all again.
We all love living free and to keep ole Glory flying, or die tryin'.
My little girl, my whole world; she's growing up in pictures.
If anything knew me on a plane and be back home there with her.
We get up each morning, knowing this could be the end but we still put our boots on and do it all again.
We all love living free and to keep ole Glory flying, or die tryin'.
Or die tryin'.
Mmmhmm.