Lyrics

She pins her badge on,
Straps her gun to her side, and says,
"See you when I get home."
Kisses him goodbye.
Later on, that night,
Called to a domestic fight,
He can only pray she makes it home.

That thin blue line,
Protecting yours and mine,
From the dangers of the world we live in,
Those thin blue ranks,
We owe them all our thanks,
For choosing to stand in the thin... blue line.

He puts his kids to bed,
Holds his wife real tight. There are
No words to be said.
He sleeps at the firehouse tonight.
He answers the bell,
Charges into hell,
She can only pray he makes it home.

That thin red line,
Protecting yours and mine,
From the dangers of the world we live in,
And those thin blue ranks,
We owe them all our thanks,
For choosing to stand in the thin... blue line.

Pros and volunteers,
We're grateful that you're here,
Fender-bender or homicide,
We thank God you're on our side.

That thin blue line,
Protecting yours and mine,
From the dangers of the world we live in,
And those thin blue ranks,
We owe them all our thanks,
For choosing to stand in the thin... blue line.