[Verse 1]
Down in the Southern command
Dust on my boots, map in my hand
Central calling on the long, long line
Four stars shining on a shoulder like mine
[Chorus]
We were all in a lot, all in it together
Simple command in a tangle of pressure
One voice up top, one voice on the sand
But the heart of the fight
Beat in Southern command
[Verse 2]
He sat in country, far from the flags
Coffee on the desk, eyes on the tags
Orders from the center, heat from below
We made it all meet where the red winds blow
[Chorus]