Story Behind The Song
Those very sad last monments at the airport heading for Iraq and saying goodbye to my loving Wife and sweet little boy. Supporting your country however; not knowing what danger lies ahead in the "War Zone". Diffenantly one of the most emotional and hardest songs I've ever written.
Song Description
The heartbreak of leaving your Loving and wonderful children behind as you fly off to the "War Zone".
| Song Length |
4:50 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Moving |
Subject |
Sadness, Loving Marriage |
| Similar Artists |
George Strait, Vince Gill |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Riding Iraqi Horses
© 2010 Kevin Nevel
fwrunner@yahoo.com
I'm at the airport, my flights heading for Iraq.
My boy asks, Daddy, when you coming back?
Are you going to ride horses? Bring one for me.
A horse each day son, riding three hundred sixty five.
Daddy's got to go now, his plane's about to fly.
Trying best to hold back my tears, I begin to cry.
We must be brave; I've got important work to do.
Make the world a safer place, Daddy's gift to you.
Daddy's riding Iraqi horses, across the desert sand.
On his horse Iraqi Freedom, to free a people's land.
Here civilization started, the cradle of mankind.
I freely chose to come, signing on the dotted line.
Reasons to volunteer are, much greater than me.
Promised I'd help, the citizens of Iraq to be free.
You say this is not our fight, what's it to do with me?
We can't turn our backs on, nations ruled by tyranny.
Time to face our fears, with Iraqi brothers we stand.
Precious life sacrificed, ridding terror from our lands.
Daddy's riding Iraqi horses, across the desert sand.
On his horse Iraqi Freedom, to free a people's land.
Proud Iraqis' long, for liberation they seek.
Independence's at hand; don't quit when it's bleak.
We're here to support you, always ready by your side.
You're on the path to freedom; let truth be your guide.
Finished talking to Moma, How you doing son?
I love you so much, be home when my job's done.
Please be strong for Moma, help her not to cry.
Pray each night I'll be ok, to God in the starry sky.
When's all fighting over? How's victory declared?
World peace to mankind, a symbol of love shared.
I'm at the airport, my flights heading for Iraq.
My boy asks, Daddy, when you coming back?