| He was a streetwise kid from Philly
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| Just 19 in '44
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| Joined up in Uncle’s army
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| Hit the beach and fought a war
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| A decorated hero
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| He never talks about those days
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| Because of guys like G.I. |
| Joe our country’s free today
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| She was Woman’s Army corp
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| Raised in Carolina dirt
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| Escorting wounded young men home
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| From a burning hell on Earth
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| The first time that she saw him
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| He was broken and alone
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| Lillie fell in love that day
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| When he winked and said Hello
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| And Lillie sang this song to G.I. |
| Joe
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| Let me hold you in my arms handsome soldier
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| Take my hand for we are going home today
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| Let me kiss away your tears
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| Let me pray away your fears
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| I’ll stay here with you
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| Till they carry us away
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| They married in the spring
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| All dressed up in army green
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| Took out a loan, bought a home
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| Raised a family
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| The war returned to G.I. |
| Joe in 1965
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| The old wounds came back to haunt him
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| But Lillie’s love kept him alive
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| Now they’re living in a veteran’s home
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| They’ve both grown old and gray
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| The medals earned so long ago
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| Now hang there in a case
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| Sometimes she finds him weeping
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| As he lay there in his bed
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| The distant sounds of battle
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| Still echo in his head
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| And Lillie sings this song to G.I. |
| Joe
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| Some day they’ll rest in Arlington
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| 'Neath the red, the white and blue
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| Safe in the arms of Jesus
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| When their journey here is through
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| An American love story
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| Not unlike a lot of others
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| Except that G.I. |
| Joe and Lillie
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| Is my father and my mother |