The signing up of my best friend’s son into the war for his second tour into the war-zone and the
dying and eventually the death of a good friend (lung cancer) during the same time birthed this song. A
tale of a hero that won’t be coming home and the loss of a friend and the people that miss them. A true
tale of life, where the coming and going, sometimes gets confused.
My friend Joe he won't be coming home, an improvised bomb took his life. His mother she's so sad she
don't know what to say, understandable why'd she feel that way.
...when I think about all those young souls we lost, it makes me wonder if this worth the cost....
Now Mrs. Jackson no! She not too big on her words but she bakes her cakes and pies with tenderness.
Coffee is great but I love her pie the most. It's like a party but we ain't got no host.
When I see that oak tree in his yard, black ribbons the memories sure does make it hard.
But! My friend Joe he won’t be coming here, he saved a band of brothers as young as him. Fighting for
freedom they’re so brave and strong, when you see them hold your hand out to welcome them home.
....when I think about all those young souls we lost, makes me wonder is this worth the cost.....
My friend Joe he won’t be coming home...My friend Joe he won’t be coming home....My friend Joe he
won’t be coming home.