Warriors from High Mileage by t heislen

Jimmy’s our dumpster diver – He’s doin’ the aluminum crawl
He can use your spare tin and copper, glass, lead, papers and all

Disability picks the rent up, scrap buys food and wine
A winch to lift his chair in the truck, and pot to pass the time

Don’t we treat our warriors well?
Don’t we treat our warriors?

Jackie ran the wife and kids off – most nights he just sits and cries
The discharge papers say he’s fine – the discharge papers lie

Don’t we treat our warriors well?
Don’t we treat our warriors?

For what were Jimmy’s legs given, Jackie’s peace sacrificed?
Death merchant’s riches, and politicians’ lies?

Jimmy’s our dumpster diver – He’s doin’ the aluminum crawl
He can use your spare tin and copper, glass, lead, papers and all

Don’t we treat our warriors well?



© Terry Heislen, BMI

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• acoustic rock
• singer-songwriter
• Plano