In tribute to Knox County Detective Jim Kennedy who died on the job by being shot many times by a fugitive. Prior to moving to Knox County, you were working in Virginia. You trained me and had a lot to do with the type of cop I became. Many spoke later about my calm under fire. It was because of you. I remember you getting on the radio and calmly advising the dispatcher that you were out on a fight at a local bar with guys tossing guns on the roof. In the end, you made a difference. You had a lot to do with me being the cop I became. I only wish I could say this to you in person. But this will have to do. So Brother, we salute you........

Trace Adkins

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We commandeer a corner table
At our small town diner
Just five or six old men
Throwin' out corny ol' one-liners
They pat the heads of children
Give friendly nods to strangers
They sure seem quick to laugh
Makes you think they're slow to anger
Those guys were front-line brothers
Their lives depended on each other
They were soldiers long before they were men
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived
Came home, went on to build their lives
Never chargin' us a penny
For the debt we owe to them
But you can almost smell the gun smoke
And the foxholes that they shared
On the days they raise their coffees
And toast the empty chair
They'll ask you where you're from
What you do, what you've done
But don't go thinkin' they're all talk
'Cause you wouldn't wanna piss them off
Those guys were front-line brothers
Their lives depended on each other
They were soldiers long before they were men
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived
Came home, went on to build their lives
Never chargin' us a penny
For the debt we owe to them
But you can almost smell the gun smoke
And the foxholes that they shared
On the days they raise their coffees
And toast the empty chair
They'll tell you anything you wanna know
But there's one place they just won't go
'Cause they don't wanna ruin our dreams
By tellin' us the things they've seen
Those guys were front-line brothers
Their lives depended on each other
They were soldiers long before they were men
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived
Came home, went on to build their lives
Never chargin' us a penny
For the debt we owe to them
And you can almost smell the gun smoke
And the foxholes that they shared
On the days they raise their coffees
And toast the empty chair
To the brother who ain't there
We salute you