| The news it came to me as a surprise
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| And I knew that I would have to deal in time
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| And as the messanger walked right off the porch
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| A memory came to me from times before
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| I remember when my dad was called away
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| My mother put his pictures all away
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| And now the time had come for me to go
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| To my love my tears I tried not to show
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| With tear drops on my face
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| Thinking 'bout that old homeplace
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| Riding across the planes in the rain
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| The letters from my dad described the war
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| His food was canned, his boots they made him sore
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| And one letter from my dad spoke of a friend
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| Who got lost between the water and the land
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| Now I’m the one writing letters to my son
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| I’ll be home as soon as the fightin’s done
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| With my gun in hand I guess it’s hard to see
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| What it was that used to be inside of me
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| Today we moved in sight of the enemy
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| Though I didn’t even know what they had done
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| The general yelled to me, when I count to three
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| Get on your feet and start to run
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| That’s the last event I can recall
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| The tent was big but could not hold us all
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| Though I’ll never know what got the best of me
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| I swear I felt my dad looking over me |