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 (Live)
Release: Album (Atropia Tour ’25)
Artist: Kilo Seven
Label: Kilo Seven Music
ISRC: QZTAY2568447
ASCAP Work ID: 930532233
