God, Family and Country

Craig Morgan

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 way that he believed
In God, family, and country

Ohh, we've got God
family
And country