| Well, the guns of war have roared
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| And the bombs and shells have fallen
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| The war clouds they rumbled as they rolled
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| I was a soldier in the fight
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| And we fought till we won;
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| My uniform’s my dirty overalls
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| This piece of land that I stand on
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| Is my battlefield and home;
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| My plow and my hoe is my gun
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| Clothes don’t make no difference at all
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| We are workers and fighters all;
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| My uniform’s my dirty overalls
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| Well, I’ll give you my sweat
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| I’ll give you my blood
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| And I’ll give you your bread and your wine
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| Before I’d be any man’s slave
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| I would rot down in my grave
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| And you can lay me down in my dirty overalls
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| Well, we settled here to stay
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| And I’ll stick here all my days;
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| I’ll keep marchin' in my dirty overalls |