- [Announcer] Please welcome country music superstar, Trace Adkins.
♪ We commandeer a corner table ♪ ♪ At our small town diner ♪ ♪ Just five or six old men throwin' out ♪ ♪ corny ol' one-liners ♪ ♪ They pat the heads of children ♪ ♪ Give friendly nods to strangers ♪ ♪ They sure seem quick to laugh ♪ ♪ Makes you think they're slow to anger ♪ ♪ Those guys were front-line brothers ♪ ♪ Their lives depended on each other ♪ ♪ They were soldiers long ♪ before they were men ♪ ♪ Yeah, the ones that somehow survived ♪ ♪ Came home, went on ♪ to build their lives ♪ ♪ Never chargin' us a penny ♪ for the debt we owe to them ♪ ♪ But you can almost smell the gun smoke ♪ ♪ And the foxholes that they shared ♪ ♪ On the days they raise their coffees ♪ ♪ And toast the empty chair ♪ (lively music) ♪ They'll ask you where you're from ♪ ♪ What you do, what you've done ♪ ♪ Don't go thinkin' they're all talk ♪ ♪ 'Cause you wouldn't ♪ wanna tick them off ♪ ♪ Those guys were front-line brothers ♪ ♪ Their lives depended on each other ♪ ♪ They were soldiers long ♪ before they were men ♪ ♪ Yeah, the ones that somehow survived ♪ ♪ Came home, went on ♪ to build their lives ♪ ♪ Never chargin' us a penny ♪ for the debt we owe to them ♪ ♪ But you can almost smell the gun smoke ♪ ♪ And the foxholes that they shared ♪ ♪ On the days they raise their coffees ♪ ♪ And toast the empty chair ♪ (melancholy reflective music) ♪ They'll tell you ♪ anything you wanna know ♪ ♪ But there's one place ♪ they just won't go ♪ ♪ 'Cause they don't ♪ wanna ruin our dreams ♪ ♪ By tellin' us the things they've seen ♪ ♪ Those guys were front-line brothers ♪ ♪ Their lives depended on each other ♪ ♪ They were soldiers long ♪ before they were men ♪ ♪ Yeah, the ones that somehow survived ♪ ♪ Came home, went on ♪ to build their lives ♪ ♪ Never chargin' us a penny ♪ ♪ For the debt we owe to them ♪ ♪ And you can almost smell the gun smoke ♪ ♪ And the foxholes that they shared ♪ ♪ On the days they raise their coffees ♪ ♪ And toast the empty chair ♪ - To the brother who's not there, we salute you.
(melancholy reflective music) (audience applauds) (audience cheers) (dramatic music)