| He grew up in a time
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| When a third-grade education
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| Was all the school you needed
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| To work the family farm
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| He’d take time off on Sunday
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| Him and all his family
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| Warm a pew
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| And give thanks to the Lord
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| There was no gray, only black and white
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| Didn’t need no-one to tell him
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| What was wrong or right
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| 'Cause he had God, Family, and Country
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| He set aside his plow
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| In early 1940
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| Said goodbye to his small town
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| And put on the Army green
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| Hard Times on the front lines
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| Writin' letters on wet paper
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| Not one word about the awful things he’d seen
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| His was a generation
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| That answered without question
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| They knew they had to win
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| 'Cause they were fightin' for…
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| God, Family, and Country
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| On the coffee table
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| Sits the family Bible
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| Where just last year he added
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| A little boy to the family tree
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| There’s the folded flag they gave us
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| On the day he left us
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| But the thing that I remember most
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| Is the way that he…
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| Believed…
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| In God, Family, and Country…
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| Ohhh, we’ve got God…
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| Family…
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| And Country… |