Purple Heart
I’ve got some change in my pocket
New shoes on my feet
But I work like the devil
For the little I can keep
There’s a woman who loves me
Asleep in the car
While I’m drinking cheap whiskey
In this smoky bar
I work six days a week
From seven to three
There are guys who just started
Who make more than me
Cause they went to college
While I went to war
They got bachelors degrees
I got this purple heart
Chorus:
I gave up on dreaming
A long time ago
If nightmares were dollars
I’d be Ross Perot
If hard times was religion
I’d be the Pope
I’d trade this hard earned medal
For a drink and a smoke
Wanda and I got married
We had some big plans
She would raise all our children
While I farmed her daddy’s land
But the bank came a calling
Took that land away
So I found work at the mill
At the mill I’ll stay
Until I turn sixty
At least that’s the plan
I’m not sure if I’ll make it
I feel like an old man
So pour me another
I’ve got cash to spend
And a week from this Friday
I’ll be back here again
Chorus:
I gave up on dreaming
A long time ago
If nightmares were dollars
I’d be Ross Perot
If hard times was religion
I’d be the Pope
I’d this hard earned medal
For a drink and a smoke
Things have been kinda tough
Since I got discharged
But compared to where I’ve been
The real world ain’t all that hard
I had good friends who got killed
And I’m not sure what for
Though I fought for my country
It wasn’t my war
Now all I have to show
For all I’ve been through
Is this beat up purple heart
All battered and bruised
The clouds are gathering
I say let it rain
The weather keeps on changing
But I stay just the same
Chorus:
I gave up on dreaming
A long time ago
If nightmares were dollars
I’d be Ross Perot
If hard times was religion
I’d be the Pope
I’d trade this hard earned medal
For a drink and a smoke
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