Nomo
By John Allen Latta © 2012 BMI

Hold up on a Smokey Mountain top
Just him and his memories
Alone in a shotgun shack
A small town soldier with some Indian blood
Who answered his country’s call
After a sneak attack

Oh, everybody knows he’s up there
And everybody knows his name

Nomo, ain’t paintin' the town no more
Nomo, ain’t horsing around no more
He gave all he had to his country
Down to the bottom of his very soul
Nobody gonna hurt Nomo, no more

After Iraq we sent him into Afghanistan
He lost his legs to a roadside bomb
In dirty, old Helmand
When the news hit home his woman took off
With his hopes, his dreams
And a guy he thought was his best friend

Oh, everybody knows he’s up there
And everybody knows his name

Chorus

The folks that answer their country’s call
Can’t be forgotten when they come back home

Tomorrow I’m climbing that mountain
Gonna have a little heart to heart
With my broken, old friend
Tell him that we all appreciate
The sacrifices he made
That did him in

Tell him everybody knows you’re up here
And everybody knows your name