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The news it came to me as a surprise |
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And I knew that I would have to deal in time |
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And as the messanger walked right off the porch |
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A memory came to me from times before |
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I remember when my dad was called away |
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My mother put his pictures all away |
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And now the time had come for me to go |
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To my love my tears I tried not to show |
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With tear drops on my face |
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Thinking 'bout that old homeplace |
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Riding across the planes in the rain |
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The letters from my dad described the war |
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His food was canned, his boots they made him sore |
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And one letter from my dad spoke of a friend |
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Who got lost between the water and the land |
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Now I'm the one writing letters to my son |
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I'll be home as soon as the fightin's done |
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With my gun in hand I guess it's hard to see |
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What it was that used to be inside of me |
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[ Chorus ] |
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Today we moved in sight of the enemy |
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Though I didn't even know what they had done |
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The general yelled to me, when I count to three |
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Get on your feet and start to run |
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That's the last event I can recall |
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The tent was big but could not hold us all |
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Though I'll never know what got the best of me |
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I swear I felt my dad looking over me |
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[ Chorus - x2 ] |
