| Verse One:
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| Johnny can’t drink 'cause Johnny ain’t twenty-one
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| Yeah but he’s eighteen and he’s pretty handy with a gun
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| They sent him off to a foreign land
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| Gave him a new pair of boots and thirteen grand
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| And he came back home with American blood on his hands
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| Verse Two:
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| But George is a real go-getter and he’s running the show
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| And he should have known better but his old man told him to go
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| He sits at home with his feet on his desk
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| While the boys got theirs in the sand
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| A million miles away with American blood on their hands
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| Verse Three:
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| Well Johnny can’t walk but the medic said he’s okay to fly
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| And the newspapers tell us he’s a hero and hell of a guy
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| They sent him up to Washington
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| For a photo op with the smoking gun
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| He’s got Purple Heart and American blood on his hands
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| Black gold for silver stars
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| Cold hard cash for armored cars
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| The brass ain’t fighting but they’re sure as hell taking a stand
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| And they’ll have to live with American blood on their hands
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| Verse Four:
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| Now George stands up on a boat proudly waving a flag
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| He says the hard part’s over and he knew it wouldn’t be so bad
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| The roadside bombs for six long years were never really part of the plan
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| What’s a couple thousand more with American blood on their hands?
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Verse Five:
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| Now Johnny can drink all day 'cause he’s twenty-three
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| He donated his legs to the worldwide land of the free
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| He cries God Bless America but God Damn Uncle Sam!
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| While he stares through the tears with American blood on his hands
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| While he stares through the tears with American blood on his hands
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| Repeat Chorus |