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  • 1210 On The Line

    1210 On The Line

    Cy foreman

    Sun’s risin’ slow on a Louisiana road,

    Badge on his chest,

    yeah he carries that load,

    Radio crackles, boots hit the ground,

    Another long shift in a small bayou town.

    Mama said pray every time he walks out,

    ’Cause the world gets heavy when the sirens shout,

    But he tips his hat and he climbs inside,

    With a number on his shoulder—1210 rides.

    He’s the thin blue line,

    standin’ tall and strong,

    Holdin’ back the dark when the nights go wrong,

    Every call he answers,

    every life he saves,

    He walks that line most are too scared to brave.

    Yeah, it ain’t for glory,

    it ain’t for fame,

    It’s a heart full of courage and a family name,

    Deputy Foreman, yeah he’s holdin’ the line,

    1210 in the thin blue line.

    Flashing lights cut through the midnight air,

    People run from trouble,

    but he runs right there,

    Hand on his holster,

    eyes steady and true,

    Tryin’ to make it home like he promised he’d do.

    Coffee gone cold in a paper cup,

    Another long night but he won’t give up,

    Every mile he drives,

    every wrong he makes right,

    He’s a quiet kind of hero in the dead of night.

    He’s the thin blue line,

    standin’ tall and strong,

    Holdin’ back the dark when the nights go wrong,

    Every call he answers,

    every life he saves,

    He walks that line most are too scared to brave.

    Yeah, it ain’t for glory,

    it ain’t for fame,

    It’s a heart full of courage and a family name,

    Deputy Foreman, yeah he’s holdin’ the line,

    1210 in the thin blue line.

    There’s a folded flag fear he keeps inside,

    But he buries it deep with his Southern pride,

    Knows every goodbye could be the last one said,

    Still he bows his head by

    his bedside

    and prays instead. He’s the thin blue line,

    through the fire and rain,

    Carryin’ the weight of a whole town’s pain,

    When the sirens fade and the night turns calm,

    He’s still out there keepin’ us safe from harm.

    Yeah, it ain’t for glory,

    it ain’t for fame,

    Just a man doin’ right in a dangerous game,

    Deputy Foreman, yeah he’s holdin’ the line,

    1210 in the thin blue line.

    Yeah,

    1210… still ridin’ that line… For you and me…

    every single time.

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