Combat Soul

(New angle on “Country Boy” vibe — identity after war)
Verse 1
I was mud on my boots, creek bank born,Saturday trucks and Sunday corn.Learned to shoot cans off a fence at ten,Learned to say “sir” to grown-ass men.Thought the wildest thing I’d ever seeWas a county fair and a hometown spree—But a recruiter’s smile caught my eye one day,And the boy I was signed his name away.
Verse 2
Now I’m back where the pine trees sway,Same dirt roads, but I ain’t the same way.I’ve seen deserts bleed and cities burn,Watched boys grow old with no return.Still love this place, still love that drawl,Still love football in the fall.But behind these green fields, calm and whole,Lives a tired, restless combat soul.
Pre-Chorus
I’m still the kid from this old town—Just carrying more than it ever found.
Chorus
I’m a country boy with a combat soul,Half light, half scars, trying to stay whole.I’ll bait a hook, I’ll mend a fence,But I’ve seen things that don’t make sense.Yeah, I love this dirt and this simple role—But I’m a country boy…With a combat soul.
Bridge
You can take me out the war in time—But it left dust in every line.