Why would i not wash his shirt?
For all that's spread on it is dirt.

What he wore on that day
The shirt got all stories to say.

Enemies surrounded them that day
And my man was armed on guard
Bombs and bullets let free
And my man rose with a gun

The arms of his shirt stretched
For the nation and his people
Bullets in his shirt got etched
And my man fell on the ground

Why would i wash his shirt?
The same arms now stretches for me
Sure it doesn't stink
For all i get is his fragrance

Why would i wash his shirt?
Through the holes on the shirt
Is shown a world different
With all roses and smiles
Stands my man for me.

Why would i wash his shirt?