| 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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| When 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 we must 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, for there was no name
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| And she knew that her soldier had died
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| Then the mother knelt down by her bedside
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| And she prayed Lord above hear my plea
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| And protect all the sons 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 |