Jove's Hand

For God and Country, Forever and Always

Somewhere in the Middle

Written by: M. D. Gifford II

 

Mid December and I, I’m feeling glad again

Crossed our t’s and dotted our I’s till the last man again

When we departed, we saw, no need to regret

The future was bright and we said God Bless America, again

 

Somewhere in the Middle, is where he sat

Sayin, fight where you will, after I pass

 

Mr Jones met a man, a man, dressed in black

I don’t think he will be, coming back

Justice will find those, who placed this thing in his tracks

Surely this pain in my heart will, cease and desist

 

Dirt roads where we, conduct our daily business

Praying, God help us now, we’re in a great big mess

 

Please bless the souls that helped, me, out

I’ve found their time is running out

They pay the price for knowing how

To fight the bad man, bad man

 

They pay the price for knowing how

To fight the bad man on his ground

 

The Ground was as solid as a rock, till it hit

I watched the dirt and the pieces, as they all vibrated

See this is my war now and I, I ain’t going back

Politicians are hanging around, making rules that just don’t fit

 

Please bless the souls that helped, me, out

I’ve found their time is running out

They pay the price for knowing how

To fight the bad man on his ground

I heard a singer once say, it’s been a long December

This, day, was, long, just, in that way

People were dancing in the rain, and others can’t remember

Picking up pieces for Jones somewhere in the Middle East today

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