Hometown Hero by Emily Scott Robinson Lyrics
You should be with us now
You should be here
We should be sitting by the fire on our second round of beers
We opened the whiskey, we’re out back in the shop
We’re raising our glass to you, still numb from the shock
‘Cause you’re the only one who’s missing and it doesn’t feel right
You should be tucking in your baby girl and kissing her goodnight
Your son is full of questions about how Daddy got to heaven
We’re never thought you’d go this way, you were only twenty-seven
Our hometown hero’s in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps
You went to Afghanistan
You were only 19
You never talked much about the things that you’d seen
You came back to your hometown to a start a new life
Had a couple of babies and a beautiful wife
But the demons that you lived with you hid well, we never saw
The guns that you kept loaded and the patches in the wall
She was in the kitchen making lunches and the kids were in their beds
And in a flash we lost you to the war inside your head
Our hometown hero’s in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps
A father should never have to bury his own son
He throws a shovel full of dirt down and we follow one by one
Your kids are gonna grow up asking about you
How you could love someone and leave them and how
Both things could be true?
Our hometown hero’s in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps
You should be here
We should be sitting by the fire on our second round of beers
We opened the whiskey, we’re out back in the shop
We’re raising our glass to you, still numb from the shock
‘Cause you’re the only one who’s missing and it doesn’t feel right
You should be tucking in your baby girl and kissing her goodnight
Your son is full of questions about how Daddy got to heaven
We’re never thought you’d go this way, you were only twenty-seven
Our hometown hero’s in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps
You went to Afghanistan
You were only 19
You never talked much about the things that you’d seen
You came back to your hometown to a start a new life
Had a couple of babies and a beautiful wife
But the demons that you lived with you hid well, we never saw
The guns that you kept loaded and the patches in the wall
She was in the kitchen making lunches and the kids were in their beds
And in a flash we lost you to the war inside your head
Our hometown hero’s in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps
A father should never have to bury his own son
He throws a shovel full of dirt down and we follow one by one
Your kids are gonna grow up asking about you
How you could love someone and leave them and how
Both things could be true?
Our hometown hero’s in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps