| Don’t forget to often pray for the boys from far away
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| They have gone to fill your place out there
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| They’re on the battle land in defense of yours and mine
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| Over mud good God be humble pray
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| When the smoke of the battle clear hope my eyes are filled with tears
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| As I see some other sons overstill
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| I am thankful for your prayers you’re the one who always cares
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| And I pray that I may do his will
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| Don’t forget to often pray for the boys from far away
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| They have gone to fill your place out there
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| They’re on the battle line in defense of yours and mind
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| Over mud good God be humble pray
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| In the beach and far away goes the boy for you today
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| And I know he thinks of home and you
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| When in prayer your head is bowed
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| Mention those who are out there now
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| Pray the Lord today be true
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| Don’t forget to often pray for the boys from far away
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| They have gone to fill your place out there
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| They’re on the battle line in defense of yours and mind
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| Over mud good God be humble pray |