" The Rights We Fought For "
( Lyrics By Gerald Logan)
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[Verse 1]
My granddad told me stories, back in ’44,
How young men crossed the ocean, to fight a bloody war.
They carried rifles on their shoulders, freedom in their hands,
Said, “A right unguarded is a right that never stands.”
[Verse 2]
Back home they built this nation, with calloused hands and pride,
Farmers, miners, soldiers, all standing side by side.
They carved out a promise, in the blood and in the pain,
That liberty once taken is so hard to gain again.
[Chorus]
We fought for the right to speak, the right to stand our ground,
The right to pass our stories as the years keep rolling ‘round.
But now I hear the voices, in the halls of D.C. say,
“Give up your guns, give up your rights, freedom’s not your way.”
[Verse 3]
I walk into the courthouse, they hang flags on the wall,
Say “justice” in the chamber, but I don’t believe at all.
Politicians talking, while the people shake their heads,
Forgetting men and women bled, for every word they’ve said.
[Verse 4]
My daddy kept a rifle, from the day that he turned ten,
Not for hate or anger, but protection of his kin.
He said, “Boy don’t you ever, let ‘em take this right from you,
It’s the backbone of our freedom, it’s the oath that we stay true.”
[Chorus]
We fought for the right to speak, the right to stand our ground,
The right to pass our stories as the years keep rolling ‘round.
But now I hear the voices, in the halls of D.C. say,
“Give up your guns, give up your rights, freedom’s not your way.”
[Bridge]
From Lexington to Gettysburg, from Normandy’s cold shore,
The graves are lined with patriots who swore their lives for more.
If we forget their sacrifice, then what was it all for?
Freedom’s just a memory, and rights are just a war.
[Chorus – Repeat Stronger]
We fought for the right to speak, the right to stand our ground,
The right to pass our stories as the years keep rolling ‘round.
But now I hear the voices, in the halls of D.C. say,
“Give up your guns, give up your rights, freedom’s not your way.”
[Outro]
So I’ll hold this rifle steady, like my father’s hands before,
For freedom once surrendered, may be freedom nevermore.
