the White Buffalo on wishing it were true
Country, I was a soldier for youdid what you asked me to
it was wrong and you knew
Country, now I'm just a stranger to you
A number a name it's true
Throw me away when you're through
The home of the brave and the free
The red white and blue
Well I wish it was true
Hat tip to my buddy Jeff for uncovering this gem of a songwriter for me. You can find more of the White Buffalo here.