A Gun and One Good Hand

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A Gun and One Good Hand ©2015 Robert George BMI

I was in a HumVee just outside of Kandahar
And the crescent moon looked like a shrapnel scar
Then my vehicle was shredded by an IED
Metal ripped my hand and wounded me above the knee

I was lucky to survive and forced to make a stand
With a gun and one good hand

Well, the smoke n dust’d made it hard to breathe
As I tied my belt around my left leg with my teeth
I was sure that foreign soil’d prob’ly claim my bones
So I thought of both my future and my former homes

Any minute I’d come blazin’ to the Promised Land
With a gun and one good hand

Then I thought of Laura’s ribbons and her long black hair
Back when she’d be sittin’in that Adirondack chair
And how we useta walk the Georgia woods and laugh
How she’ll stand and cry beside my lonely, empty casket
Then she’ll fill it with mementos and our picnic basket
And lay some fresh-picked roses by my cenotaph

I lived through the night but now I’m down to my last clip
Dawn has paved a golden highway for my final trip

O but hope and freedom live as long as there’s a man
With a gun and one good hand
With a gun and one good hand…