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AmI got Cdrafted at Fnineteen GMe and a bunch of boys from Fhome AmJanuCary Fforty-Cthree, Ddrove out to Pine Bluff and signed Fon
AmWent to Cbasic south of FBirmingham GPut me on west coast bound Ftrain AmSpent three Cdays out in FSan DiCego DAnd they shipped me back east Fagain
AmLeft a Cport out of FNew York GSlept for months in British Frain AmTore it Cup down in FLondon Ctown DAnd they shipped me back out Fagain
CThe preacher said GBoys he who Fis killed toCnight will Ddine with the Lord in ParFadise COne boy spoke Gup, said Fpreacher come Con Deat your supper with Fus
AmNever Ctalk about thoseF first days GLots of friends left beFhind AmBut I Cmade it all the Fway across CFrance DAnd I fought at the Maginot Fline
AmRoad a Ctank into FBelgium GLiked them better than the FFrench AmLike my Cdaddy, Fthirty years beCfore DI did my time in a tFrench
AmLots of Cdays there's no Fwater GBut the liquor kept me Fwarm AmThe cellars were Cstocked to their Fceilings with Cbooze DSo I carried a bottle with my Fgun
CThe preacher said GBoys he who Fis killed toCnight will Ddine with the Lord in ParFadise COne boy spoke Gup, said Fpreacher come Con Deat your supper with Fus
AmThree Ctimes I made sFergeant GI'm not that kind of Fman AmAnd pretty Cmuch just as Fquick as I Ccould DI get busted back to private aFgain
AmCause taking Corders never Fsuited me GGiving them out was mucFh worse AmI could Cnot stand to Fget my friends Ckilled DSo I took care of myself Ffirst
AmNow I Cknow that don't Fsound right GDon't think too bad of Fme AmNow it Ckeeps me Fup nights C DWhat I could have done differeFntly
CThe preacher said GBoys he who Fis killed toCnight will Ddine with the Lord in ParFadise COne boy spoke Gup, said Fpreacher come Con Deat your supper with Fus
CI'd be no Gguest at the Ftable of the CLord DHis food was not to be Fmine CCause I cursed His Gname every Fchance that I Ccould DAnd I recon that's why I'm still Falive