He grew up in a time When a third-grade education Was all the school you needed To work the family farm He'd take time off on Sunday Him and all his family Warm a pew And give thanks to the Lord There was no gray, only black and white Didn't need no-one to tell him What was wrong or right 'Cause he had God, Family and Country He set aside his plow In early 1940 Said goodbye to his small town And put on the Army green Hard Times on the front lines Writin' letters on wet paper Not one word about the awful things he'd seen His was a generation That answered without question They knew they had to win 'Cause they were fightin' for God, Family, and Country On the coffee table Sits the family Bible Where just last year he added A little boy to the family tree There's the folded flag they gave us On the day he left us But the thing that I remember most Is the way that he Believed In God, Family and Country Ohhh, we've got God Family And Country