(with kenny rogers)

Daddy got the call sometime in the summer of '69

Did his tour in the war
But the home he was fighting for
Wasn't what he left behind


I was there that day when the telegram came
And mamma fell to her knees

He was a mighty good man but he fell into the hands
Of the north vietnamese


For every man that gave his life
Another folded stars and stripes
Husbands, fathers, brothers, sons will never be forgotten

When you find what once was lost
Put a circle on the cross


For two years mamma held on said i'm trying to do the best i can
But the army wasn't paying
And she had a boy to raise

So she found herself another man

I was there that day when the taps was played

And they buried his name in the ground
The preacher was still talking as mamma started walking
And she ain't never turned around


Put a circle on the cross... on the cold black wall
Put a circle on the cross... 60, 000 gone


I never knew my daddy
But we're the same man after all

Cause it wasn't my reflection
I saw staring back at me from that wall