| Frightened by the tone of a phone in the dead of night
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| Then staring into darkness and praying till the morning light
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| The price already paid, a son gone to the grave
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| Now the sorrowful parade to the riverbank
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| Must be half the county come down to the riverbank
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| High school is closed, same for the local police
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| Shall we tearfully embrace, shall we sing «Amazing Grace»
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| Will the shallow river waters bring us peace
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| Army dude, only son, nowhere to run
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| No one to turn to, he turns to the gun
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| It’s a cross, it’s a stone, it’s a fragment of bone
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| It’s a long walk home
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| A long walk home
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| Gonna be a long walk home
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| From the riverbank
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| Is there any reason why the black pine should not weep
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| Is there a woman or a man who wouldn’t understand why he could not sleep
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| And the nightmares when they came, like poison to the brain
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| Reminded him again life is cheap
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| Army dude, only son, nowhere to run
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| No one to turn to, he turns to the gun
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| It’s a cross, it’s a stone, it’s a fragment of bone
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| It’s a long walk home
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| A long walk home
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| Gonna be a long walk home
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| From the riverbank
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| Army dude’s mama at the edge of the river
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| Limp as a rag, American flag in her arms
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| Then a triangle of light kissed the red and blue and white
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| Along the riverbank, past the dealerships and farms |