JAKE WAS MY BEST FRIEND, BLOOD BROTHERS TIL THE END
WE RAISED HELL AND HALF OF HEAVEN IN THAT LITTLE TOWN WHERE WE LIVED
WE DRANK OURSELVES CRAZY, THAT DAY THAT HE JOINED UP
NO FOREVER YOUNG HE’LL STAY, SHININ’ IN THE SUN

WRAPPED IN ROLLING THUNDER, THAT’S HOW WE BROUGHT HIM HOME
SAME WAY THAT HE LIVED AND DIED IN THE EYE OF A RAGING STORM
RISING TO THE HEAVENS OUR MAKER HAD TO HEAR THE SOUND
WRAPPED IN ROLLING THUNDER, AND WE LAID THAT SOLDIER DOWN

NOW HE DIDN’T TRUST POLITICIANS, AND HE DIDN’T TRUST THE NEWS
THE ONLY ONES HE TRUSTED WERE NEXT TO HIM WEARIN THE SAME BOOTS
AND THE VETS THAT SAW HIM OFF THAT DAY SEEMED TO FEEL IT ALL RING TRUE
THEY SANG ANOTHER BROTHER HOME, WITH THEIR LOUD TATTOOS

NOW WHEN REVEREND PHELPS SHOWED UP, I LOOKED UP AT THE SUN
AND I THANKED GOD FOR BOTH OF US THAT I DIDN’T HAVE A GUN
BUT I KNOW JAKE WOULD HAVE SMILED, WHEN THOSE HOGS CAME ROLLING IN
TO PROTECT HIS CRYING MOTHER, WRAPPED HER IN THAT ROARING DIN