[Verse 1]

Wrote a letter to your Mom and Dad

Took every bit of strength I had

To let 'em know you're coming back underneath a flag

But I can't cry

Then I had to go and tell the guys

That you didn't make it out alive

Gonna fire one down to [?]

But I can't cry

[Chorus]

Cause I gotta clean your rifle

I gotta prep your blues

Pack up your Bible and that picture from your honeymoon

I'll make sure that bugle's playing

And your flag is folded right

And I'll hold myself together when they hand it to your wife

And I'll wanna say goodbye

But I can't cry

[Verse 2]

I know it's a part of war

But it ain't something they train you for

Today you died for so much more than [?]

But I can't cry

[Chorus]

Cause I gotta clean your rifle

I gotta prep your blues

Pack up your Bible and that picture from your honeymoon

I'll make sure that bugle's playing

And your flag is folded right

And I'll hold myself together when they hand it to your wife

And I'll wanna say goodbye

But I can't cry

[Verse 3]

Some day I'll end up behind closed doors

Alone with my hands on my face

Some day I won't have to carry this load

Some day that dam's gonna break

But not today

[Chorus]

I gotta clean your rifle

I gotta prep your blues

Pack up your Bible and that picture from your honeymoon

I'll make sure that bugle's playing

And your flag is folded right

And I'll hold myself together when they hand it to your wife

And I'll wanna say goodbye

While everybody says goodbye

But I can't cry