Yeah, colton, he turned eight years old Three very short long weeks ago And just how long he'll be around The doctors, they don't even know A nerf ball, football, in the yard Daddy throws it easy 'cause walkin's hard Sometimes for living there ain't no cure And tomorrow damn sure ain't for sure
So what do you say Let's have a good day, yeah
So way down south from mexico Ran a barefoot boy, skin and bones A mission group from the states Came through to hand out clothes And build a school Someone gave that kid some bread He didn't keep it for himself instead He broke that piece, too small for one And gave both to his brothers some
So what do you say, yeah Let's have a good day
I'm gonna hold my kids a little stronger I'm gonna kiss my wife a little longer
Well, kenny, he's a fearless man He lost his eyesight in a hand Standing up for his uncle sam Fighting in that desert sand His wife and kids still struggle When he has those nightmares now and then He swears even if they never end He would do it all again
So what do you say Let's have a good day
Yeah, colton, he was only eight Said he saw angels, couldn't wait To fly him home to a better place With a smile on his face he said
What do you say Fly me away Let's have a good day Let's have a good day, oh Oh, let's have a good day Let's have a good day
Compositores: Kenneth Mobley Brice Jr (SESAC), Randy Ennis Schlappi (BMI), William G Schlappi (Billy Montana) (BMI)Editores: Mike Curb Music (BMI), Pump House Publishing International (BMI), Sullivan S Guns Music (BMI), Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #16940565 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM