Eighteen

He was eighteen 
The captain of his high school football team

Was the leader of the pack
The perfect small town son

He could throw the ball as far 
As the eye could see

He was 18

But after graduation day
He signed his life away
To the good old US of A 
To fight what we stand for
He sat down the ball
And left that small town

He was 18

He was the leader of the pack
The sun of a gun
The neighborhood kid
The prodical son
He was his momma's boy 
His father's son 
He was 18

He came home
To a homecoming scene
With a parade
Down that old main street
He was the homegrown kid
The homecoming king
He was the one
That they called
Eighteen

He was the leader of the pack 
The sun of a gun 
The neighborhood kid
The prodical son
He was his momma's boy
His father's son
He was 18