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In the veterans big parade |
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Marched the businessmen's brigade |
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While behind the high school band |
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The ladies fife and drum corps played |
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In the veterans big parade |
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The flag flew high and free |
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Down they marched to Fourth and Main |
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Our soldiers died but not in vain |
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God was with us |
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That's for sure |
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He proved it cause |
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It didn't rain |
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Balloons batons you wanted to cry |
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The best day in July |
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At the veterans cemetery |
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Then the services were said |
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There the Mayor's first assistant |
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Wiped his glasses |
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Put them on |
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And red |
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We're gathered here |
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Dear friends today |
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To show our brave boys |
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Where they lay |
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We are with them all the way |
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And I think it's safe to say |
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They are not |
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Alone |
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They are not |
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Alone |
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All the widows proudly smiled |
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(Except for one with an infant child) |
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Picnic time was then announced |
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And all the little kids went wild |
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Picnic blankets then were spread |
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And the beer flowed fast and free |
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There were clams and corn on the cob |
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To feed the celebrating mob |
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(Once in a while |
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I don't know why |
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The infant child |
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Began to sob) |
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Other than that is was New Year's Eve |
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Till it was time to leave |
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Then a fine Hawaiian band |
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Played and sang |
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Aloha oh |
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And their voices drifted low |
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Between the crosses |
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Painted white |
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Row on row on row |
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Aloha oh |
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And so goodbye |
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Till next year boys |
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Next July |
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We are with you |
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All the way |
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And I think |
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It's safe to say |
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You are not |
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Alone |
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You are not |
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Alone |
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You are not |
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Alone |
