I never thought that this is where I'd settle down
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men,
for a job well done
There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag, and told my mom and dad, 'We're proud of your son'.
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful peace of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington
I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, 'Son this is what it cost, to keep us free'.
Now here I am a thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill, when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.
And every time I hear, twenty-ones guns,
I know they brought another hero home, to us
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done
We can rest in peace, 'cause we were the chosen ones,
We made it to Arlington, yea, dust to dust
Don't cry for us, we made it to Arlington
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men,
for a job well done
There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag, and told my mom and dad, 'We're proud of your son'.
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful peace of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington
I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, 'Son this is what it cost, to keep us free'.
Now here I am a thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill, when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.
And every time I hear, twenty-ones guns,
I know they brought another hero home, to us
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done
We can rest in peace, 'cause we were the chosen ones,
We made it to Arlington, yea, dust to dust
Don't cry for us, we made it to Arlington
Contributed by Alan Smithee - 2010/11/17 - 05:17
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The meaningful song is narrated by a soldier that was killed in action and is now buried at Arlington National Cemetery. The hit song was actually inspired by Tennessee-native, Corporal Patrick Nixon, of the United States Marine Corps. He died in battle on March 23, 2003 after being ambushed while trying to secure a bridge in Nasiriyah, Iraq. After speaking to Nixon's father, Turnbull felt inspired to make his story into a song.