| They’re sending the old man home
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| Back where the buffalo roam
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| Out in Pacific they say he was the best
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| Now he’s in his «civies"headin' home like all the rest
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| He’ll never forget Rosa Lee
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| Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
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| He’ll only have the memories
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| Or great books by James Jones
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| `Cause they’re sending the old man home
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| Far away
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| Far away
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| Another life so very far away
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| They’ll tear down the officers clubs
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| And write off the overdue subs
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| So let’s drink to their memories
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| Our heroes and our pals
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| To those crazy navy flyers
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| To those swell Hawaiian gals
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| The sailors will dance in the street
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| Then they’ll mothball the whole damn fleet
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| We’ll only have the picture books
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| Of land and sea and foam
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| `Cause they’re sending the old man home |