Lyrics Taylor Hicks

Taylor Hicks

Nineteen

Nineteen, the number on his back

Voted captain of the high school football team

Took us all the way to state

Got a scholarship to play down in Tennessee

He could catch, he could throw, he could run

He could go like you've never seen

Nineteen but on the day those twin towers came down

His whole world turned around

He told 'em all I can't play ball

There's a war on now

He marched right in with a few good men

And joined the marines at nineteen

He's the boy next door

He might have carried your bags at the grocery store

He's somebody's son in a hole with a gun in a foreign land

Tryin' to hold on to his American dream at nineteen

There's a sniper out there in the dark somewhere and a solider's down

We need someone who can duck and run and get him out some how

Want one good man, raise his hand and take one for the team

Well, how 'bout you nineteen?

He's the boy next door

He might've carried your bags at the grocery store

Now he's somebody's son in a hole with a gun in a foreign land

Tryin' to hold on to his American dream, nineteen, nineteen

They brought him home today with a big parade

Down on main street

He got a purple heart and a silver star

A solider gave a speech

Said he could catch, he could throw

He could run, he's the one that rescued me

Could have played for Tennessee

He was nineteen, he was only nineteen