Mary Gauthier - Bullet holes in the sky

It's the e^Aleventh of November down in ^DNashville, Tennessee Free ^Ebreakfast at the Waffle House if I show 'em my I.^AD. A pa^Arade up on the riverfront, you can ^Dhear the trumpets play ^EHands on hearts, the color guard kicks it off on Veterans ^ADay

And they th^Bmank me for my s^Dervice and ^Awave their little flags ^Bm They genuflect on ^DSundays and ^Ayes, they'd send us back But I bel^Bmieve in God and ^Dcountry and in the ^Aangels up on high And in hea^Bmven shining ^Ddown on us through ^Abullet holes in the sky Mm-hmm-^Bmhmm, hmm-^Dmm, hmm-^Amm

Waitress ^Aasks me how I'm doing but I ^Ddon't know what to say I was ^Ethinking 'bout the battlefield the night I learned to ^Apray Marchers ^Amake their way down Main Street, ^D the crowd begins to cheer I fe^Eel my chest exploding as my eyes fill up with t^Aears

They th^Bmank me for my s^Dervice and ^Awave their little flags ^Bm They genuflect on ^DSundays and ^Ayes, they'd send us back But I bel^Bmieve in God and ^Dcountry and in the ^Aangels up on high And in hea^Bmven shining ^Ddown on us through ^Abullet holes in the sky Mm-hmm-^Bmhmm, hmm-^Dmm, hmm-^Amm

Oh, ^AJesus said forgive them, they kn^Dow not what they do And he's ^Ehere with me this morning and his words they still ring ^Atrue So I h^Aang my head and pray for those we l^Dost and those who remain As the c^Elouds burst over Nashville, it begins to r^Aain

They th^Bmank me for my s^Dervice and ^Awave their little flags ^Bm They genuflect on ^DSundays and ^Ayes, they'd send us back But I bel^Bmieve in God and ^Dcountry and in the ^Aangels up on high And in hea^Bmven shining ^Ddown on us through ^Abullet holes in the sky And in hea^Bmven shining ^Ddown on us through ^Abullet holes in the sky O^Bmh-o-oh, mm-^Dhmm, mm-^Ahmm