Dust and Shrapnel | Dark Outlaw Country Music - Dark Country Boy
Dust swirls up like a devil's hand
On a foreign stretch of desert sand
The Humvee rolls, the convoy's tight
But the shadows hide where they bite
The road ahead looks calm and still
But trouble sleeps beneath the hill
A sudden flash, a thunder's roar
And life ain't the same as it was before
Dust and shrapnel, blood and bone
Far from the fields we called our home
The devil's trap, it waits unseen
In the heart of wars, cruel machine
Johnny was a farm boy from Tennessee
Dreaming of crops and a family
Now his dog tags shine in the Afghan sun
A life cut short before it begun
Mary writes letters but they won't be read
The man she loved lies cold and dead
She holds his picture, the only proof
Of the love they shared beneath one roof
Dust and shrapnel, blood and bone
Far from the fields we called our home
The devil's trap, it waits unseen
In the heart of wars, cruel machine