Warrior - Zac Brown Band

No one’s born to be a warrior

No one born an average man

We made one or the other

And we try to understand

Try to understand

He will long for the feeling

Standing strong with his brothers before the enemy

He will miss the quiet pride

Of his men at his side as he leads them into victory

He can wash the war paint off his face

And learn to love a bitter broken place

But nothing quite compares to the taste

He can’t replace it, no, no, no

No one’s born to be a warrior

No one born an average man

We made one or the other

And we try to understand

Try to understand

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior

The pain takes a backseat for a cause

No applause from his country

No service leaves him lesser when he loses his suppressor

And the pain that comes is deafening

He can wash the war paint off his face

And learn to love a bitter broken place

No one’s born to be a warrior

No one born an average man

We made one or the other

And we try to understand

Try to understand

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior

We are born in hospitals in different states

To moms and dads who work and pray

That we’ll be saved, amazing grace

The chosen few get shipped away

For one more mile and one more day

And to harvest souls and bear the weight

And reap the tax that must be paid

Warrior, warrior, warrior

No one’s born to be a warrior

No one born an average man

We made one or the other

And we try to understand

Try to understand

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior

Warrior, warrior, warrior