He grew up in a time,
When a third-grade education,
Was all the school you needed,
To work the family farm
He'd take time off on Sunday,
Him and all his family,
warm a pew,
And give thanks to the Lord

There was no gray, only black and white
Didn't need no-one to tell him,
What was wrong or right
'Cause he had God, Family, and Country

He set aside his plow,
In early 1940,
Said goodbye to his small town,
And put on the Army green
Hard Times on the front lines,
Writin' letters on wet paper,
Not one word about the awful things he'd seen

His was a generation,
That answered without question
They knew they had to win,
'Cause they were fightin' for
God, Family, and Country

On the coffee table,
Sits the family Bible,
Where just last year he added,
A little boy to the family tree

There's the folded flag they gave us,
On the day he left us
But the thing that I remember most,
Is the was that he

Believed

In God, Family, and Country

Ohhh, we've got God

Family

And Country