Song Length |
3:01 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Lyrics
You've Got to Make It Home
© David Rintoul
When you get away from home,
You play by different rules.
You watch your back when you go out,
Your weapons are your tools.
You don't care who sent you here,
Or what is wrong or right.
You just want to make it home,
Lay low, stay out of sight.
Chorus
You've got to get home,
You've got to get home,
For now, you're on your own.
Whatever it takes,
For everyone's sake,
You've got to make it home.
You think about the folks back home,
From time to time they call.
Sometimes a card or photograph,
Arrives in the mess hall.
The war is draggin on and on,
The so-called "final phase".
Stay on your toes and just look sharp,
Keep counting down the days.
(Repeat chorus)
(Solo)
When you get back home again,
You'll play be different rules,
You'll kiss your wife, you'll walk the dog,
You'll drive your kids to school.
Until we call you up again,
And ship you overseas,
So we can have our Cadillacs,
Corvettes and SUV's
(Repeat chorus)
Coda
Whatever it takes,
For everyone's sake,
You've got to make it home. (4x)