Written by Clare Nolan

Boots in the mud, head in the clouds

This is a war, son, we don’t mess around

You’re a long way from home, you’re scared, they all know it

But that’s just fine, they’re scared too, an’ they show it

This man here beside you, he might be next to fall

Or it might just be me, death comes to us all

Boots in the mud, head in the clouds

I head guns and bombs, men dying, that awful sounds

I know you’re a veteran, you’re seen a good bit more

But I know something you might not and I sure don’t like war

There’s a God above, even with this war and all

And I pray every night that He won’t let us fall

Boots in the mud, head in the clouds

In the end we all knew we didn’t have it figured out

Six was the day the tide turned, six then were the years

Sixty the million and more for whom we all shed tears

What seemed hopeless battles, that we thought were lost

Those soldiers won at too high a cost

Boots in the mud, head in the clouds

Every man, woman, child, it’s how they turned out

In the middle of the summer, in the middle of the year

He was with them then, the God the private knew

And He is with them always, to save them and what is true