My friends and I rode ’round our town
Those old Huffy bikes never slowed us down
We’d leave in the morn, come back at night
Momma said “You’d better be home when you see the street light”
Drinking water from the garden hose, River jumping from a rope
Our bond was tight like brothers and it couldn’t be broke
Mikey lived just down the street
The green house with the bikes where we’d meet
Life was easier back in those days
But when it came to finding trouble, we sure had our ways
I’ll carry you, brother
I’d walk through hell for you
With gas cans in my hand
Morn, noon, or night, a ride or a fight
You call me, and there I am
Few years later, ’round the bonfire’s glow
Pounding back beers, the old stories did flow
Life-long friends, it’s been a hell of a year
Tom lost his job, Joe his wife, and losing my farm’s a fear
With the Corps, Mikey’d ship off to fight
Leaving us boys behind to live our boring life
Cooler nearing empty, the fire dying low
It was time for us old boys to head back home
I’ll carry you, brother
I’d walk through hell for you
With gas cans in my hand
Morn, noon, or night, a ride or a fight
You call me, and there I am
Mikey was a Corporal when he went to war
When it came to serving his country, he was faithful to the core
Their helo touched down, and his squad hit the ground
Dust and bullets flew all around
The Marine to his left, a bullet got ’em in the leg
I need Doc, Mikey heard him yell and beg
Mikey ran over and picked up the Marine
Give me cover fire, Mikey started to scream
I’ll carry you, brother
I’d walk through hell for you
With gas cans in my hand
Morn, noon, or night, a ride or a fight
You call me, and there I am
Thirty years go by, we’re now old and tired
Again sitting with beers around the ol’ bonfire
Reflecting on our younger days, the laughter and the pain
Knowing life has changed, but some things remain
Through the good times and the bad, one thing still rings true
We’re there for each other, cause that’s what brothers do
It was a Sunday when Mikey’s wife called me at home
Tears in her voice, she was now all alone
She was cryin’ and said medics were gone
Mike passed away before the morning sun
A few days later, the hearse swung open wide
The casket pulled out, our grief was tough to hide
With Tom, Joe and other friends, we each grabbed the rail
From the cradle to the grave, our brotherhood never failed
I’ll carry you, brother
I’d walk through hell for you
With gas cans in my hand
Morn, noon, or night, a ride or a fight
You call me, and there I am.
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Title: I’ll Carry You
Release: Single
Artist: Kilo Seven
Label: Kilo Seven Music
ISRC: QZNWZ2517817
ASCAP Work ID: 930532259
