Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I seen names on stone
And boots by the door
A flag on the mantle
A prayer in the floor
Some kiss goodbye in June
And some don’t come back
Some leave with a promise
And some lose the track
[Pre-Chorus]
Mama keeps a seat
At the table set
Little hands still wait
For a face they met
Candles on the cake
And a chair gone cold
Freedom’s got a price
That story gets told
[Chorus]
Some make it home
Some don’t come home
Some miss the birthdays
Some miss the stones
Some miss the holidays
Some miss the rain
Some give it all
So we live again
[Verse 2]
I heard old men say
With tears in their eyes
“Son, it’s not glory
It’s the ones left behind”
Baby on the porch
With a one-year grin
Grandma at the funeral
Still folding him in
We raise up a glass
We bow our heads low
To the ones in the dust
And the ones still below
[Pre-Chorus]
Mama keeps a seat
At the table set
Little hands still wait
For a face they met
Candles on the cake
And a chair gone cold
Freedom’s got a price
That story gets told
[Chorus]
Some make it home
Some don’t come home
Some miss the birthdays
Some miss the stones
Some miss the holidays
Some miss the rain
Some give it all
So we live again
[Bridge]
To the first boots out
To the last ones in
To the letters kept
And the medals pinned
To the empty chairs
And the folded flags
We say your names
And we lift them back
[Final Chorus]
Some make it home
Some don’t come home
Some miss the birthdays
Some miss the stones
Some miss the holidays
Some miss the rain
Some give it all
So we live again
Details
GeneratedJun 26, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rap with mid-tempo swung drums, punchy acoustic guitar chops, sliding 808 sub, and fiddle accents under a steady backbeat; verse rides sparse guitar and hand percussion, pre-chorus opens with stacked harmony lift, chorus hits with gang vocals on the anchor phrase and a hard snare snap. Male vocals with gritty close-mic verses, doubled hooks, and short ad-lib echoes; risers into choruses, reversed guitar swells into the bridge, final chorus adds fiddle runs and crowd-style shouts. Bright, warm, and gritty mix with a proud front-porch punch., country, rap
Credits
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Prompt
Country , rap about the ones who fight for out freedom and this country’s rights and how some make it home and some dont and how some dont make holidays or birthdays or funerals and babys birthdays 
