| I’m writing this down in a trench, mom
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| Don’t scold if it isn’t so neat
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| The way that you did when I was a kid
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| And I’d come home with mud on my feet
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| The captain just gave us our orders
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| And Mom I will carry them through
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| And I’ll finish this letter, the first chance I get
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| But for now I’ll just say, I love you
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| Then the mother’s old hands began to tremble
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| And she fought against tears in her eyes
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| But they came unashamed 'cause there was no name
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| And she knew that her soldier had died
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| And then she knelt down by her bedside
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| And she prayed, Lord above hear my plea
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| Protect all the soldiers who are fighting tonight
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| And dear God, keep America free
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| I’m writing this down in a trench, mom
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| Don’t scold if it isn’t so neat
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| The way that you did when I was a kid
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| And I’d come home with mud on my feet |