| Oh, she was high up there in the air
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| Caught still by a soldier’s stare
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| Whenever it was men amongst men
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| Down upon the land
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| And she followed those mothers' sons
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| She felt the thunder of their guns
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| From a pearl’s eye view, just a camera in her hand
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| She was born Georgette but the name
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| Didn’t suit her well
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| So, she blew out of Wisconsin as Dickey Chapelle
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| So, she flew with a pilot’s pride
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| The first witness to either side
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| She carried relief to the lost ones
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| Between the bombs
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| And we saw it all through her lens
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| She knew she’ll go back again
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| When the call rang out once more from Vietnam
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| She’s been through this before
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| She’ll tell ya war is hell
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| Her pearl earrings caught the light
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| On Dickey Chapelle
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| Oh, that’s the way it was
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| She was the only one to tell
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| In 1962
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| She blew the whistle loud and clear
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| Now we trace her wings
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| In her footsteps without fear
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| To the front lines where she fell
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| Where she lies still
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| But she’s still there
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| It was 1965
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| Over Chu Lai in a free fall dive
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| In a dawn patrol to cover the dead zone ground
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| She tiptoed through the land mines
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| All along the enemy lines
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| But she never saw the one that took her down
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| She captured the bloody pearls of war so well
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| That war was bound to steal the end of Dickey Chapelle
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| Dickey Chapelle (from a pearl’s eye view)
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| Dickey Chapelle (from a pearl’s eye view)
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| Dickey Chapelle (from a pearl’s eye view)
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| Dickey Chapelle |