Lyrics
He went to Afghanistan, lost the use of his right hand
Ain’t much on complainin’, just does the best he can
The VA and the president say, that’s worth eighty percent
It ain’t much but it helps him make the rent
And it keeps him in cigarettes and liquor
The rest goes to the girls at the Silver Slipper
He’s got dollars for dancers, they call him baby
Got a soft spot for the one with an angel face
Why don’t you come on over here and save me
He’s just tryin’ to find a way but he can’t buy the answer
With pockets full of dollars for dancers
Thinks about his high school days and Friday night football games
The day he joined The Army, he was proud and brave
Sometimes he falls asleep, wishin’ it was one bad dream
But he’d go back and do it again cuz freedom don’t come cheap
Then he pours another drink
He’s got dollars for dancers, they call him baby
Got a soft spot for the one with an angel face
Why don’t you come on over here and save me
He’s just tryin’ to find a way but he can’t buy the answer
With pockets full of dollars for dancers
He’s got dollars for dancers, they call him baby
Got a soft spot for the one with an angel face
Why don’t you come on over here and save me
He’s just tryin’ to find a way but he won’t find the answer
With pockets full of dollars for dancers
Dollars for dancers
Dollars for dancers
He went to Afghanistan, did his job like a man
He’d go back and do it again cuz freedom don’t come cheap
