Uploaded November 2017 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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"Bullet Holes in the Sky," written by Mary Gauthier and Jamie Trent. This story takes place on Veterans Day, November 11th, in Nashville Tennessee. A veteran goes to the Waffle House to watch the parade and reflect on his service and remember those who have been lost.

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LYRICS
It’s the 11th of November down in Nashville Tennessee
Free breakfast at the Waffle House if I show ‘em my I.D
A parade up on the riverfront, I hear the trumpets play
Hands on hearts, the color guard kicks it off Veterans Day

They thank me for my service and wave those little flags
They genuflect on Sundays and I know they’d send us back
But I believe in God and country and in angels up on high
And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky

The waitress asks me how I’m doing and I don’t know what to say
I was thinking bout the battlefield on the night I learned to pray
Marchers wind their way down Main Street the crowd begins to cheer
I feel my chest explode and my eyes fill up with tears

They thank me for my service and they wave those little flags
They genuflect on Sundays and I know they’d send us back
But I believe in God and country and in angels up on high
And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky

Oh Jesus said forgive them for they know not what they do
And he’s here with me this morning and his words they still ring true
And I hang my head and pray for those we lost and those who remain
As the clouds burst over Nashville and sky begins to rain

Oh they thank me for my service and wave those little flags
They genuflect on Sundays and I know they’d send us back
But I believe in God and country and in angels up on high
And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky