| I’m the last of the babies of the World War 2
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| World War 2 and that’s the one we didn’t lose, I heard that
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| I was raised on biscuits, Spam and powdered eggs
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| DiMaggio’s baseball and Marilyn’s legs
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| And I’m the last of the drifters
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| Last of the drifters, yeah
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| I remember when the great train, they used to run on coal
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| And they would run on coal and I would be ready to go, me too
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| Old white shirt and a tired overall
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| Sometime I think my daddy knew it all
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| And I’m the last of the drifters
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| Last of the drifters, yeah
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| I remember Louisiana in a hot steamy night
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| Hot steamy night and she was holding me tight
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| An old red Chevy with a big back seat
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| I had me some two tall shoes off my feet
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| Okay, I’m the last of the drifters
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| Last of the drifters, yeah
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| I’m a world war baby holding mama’s hand
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| Mama’s hand and how my daddy knew the land
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| Truck bearin' music and poverty and wealth
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| I got some great big scars on myself
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| Now I’m the last of the drifters
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| Last of the drifters, yeah
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| I’m the last tie roller with the last good hand
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| Last good hand and I’m a gambling man
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| All them bombs and people wakin' on that boom
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| Sometimes I reckon I got here too soon
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| I’m the last of the drifters
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| I’m the last of the drifters, yeah
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| I’m the last of the drifters
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| Last of the drifters |