| When he went away for the last time
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| It wasn’t so easy, words were hard to find
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| And the cows in the barn knew it was milkin' time
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| Must of been real hard to leave everything behind
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| Over there a moonless night shiverin' a secret fright
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| It wasn’t so easy
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| And how many missions more and where to and what for?
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| Ask the government, tell it to the cows in the barn
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| Then there was a moon, what did the moon see?
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| Saw the blade of grass in one boy’s eye
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| And pain that’ll make you glad you’re dyin'
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| Hands that dribbled a basketball
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| Voice that sang out of tune
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| Love that ended too soon
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| A nose that bled for better reasons
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| When he went away for the last time
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| It wasn’t so easy, words were hard to find
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| And the cows in the barn knew it was milkin' time
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| It was milkin' time but he was so far away
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| So far away that even prayers could not reach
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| So he died there
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| When he came back for the last time
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| It wasn’t so easy, words were hard to find
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| And we buried him before it was milkin' time
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| The preacher said it was all right, the Lord is my Shepherd
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| But I shall want to know why |