The Pink Cowgirl

Lyrics

You look sad and you look weary
You fought to make us free
But the names that you sit guard upon
Make it difficult for us to see

In fighting for your freedom
Both sides believe they are right
In our infinite wisdom
It's never a fair fight

The wind is warm in Nashville
But it's all Greek to me
The generations represented here
Did they really, really make us free?

Did Davis, Kelley and Muller
Think they would not return?
Their names engraved forever
Their families left to mourn

What do the trees answer
As they rustle in the breeze?
Their spirits become the dancer
Respect them on your knees

The wind is warm in Nashville
But it's all Greek to me
The generations represented here
Did they really, really make us free?

The wind is warm in Nashville
But it's all Greek to me
The generations represented here
Did they really die to make us free?