Lucero – War (Guitar)

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I got drafted at nineteen

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Me and a bunch of boys from home

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January forty-three,

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drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on

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Went to basic south of Birmingham

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Put me on west coast bound train

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Spent three days out in San Diego

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And they shipped me back east again

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Left a port out of New York

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Slept for months in British rain

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Tore it up down in London town

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And they shipped me back out again

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The preacher said Boys he who is killed tonight

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will dine with the Lord in Paradise

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One boy spoke up, said preacher come on

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eat your supper with us

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Never talk about those first days

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Lots of friends left behind

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But I made it all the way across France

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And I fought at the Maginot line

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Road a tank into Belgium

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Liked them better than the French

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Like my daddy, thirty years before

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I did my time in a trench

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Lots of days there's no water

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But the liquor kept me warm

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The cellars were stocked to their ceilings with booze

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So I carried a bottle with my gun

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The preacher said Boys he who is killed tonight

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will dine with the Lord in Paradise

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One boy spoke up, said preacher come on

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eat your supper with us

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Three times I made sergeant

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I'm not that kind of man

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And pretty much just as quick as I could

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I get busted back to private again

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Cause taking orders never suited me

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Giving them out was much worse

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I could not stand to get my friends killed

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So I took care of myself first

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Now I know that don't sound right

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Don't think too bad of me

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Now it keeps me up nights

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What I could have done differently

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The preacher said Boys he who is killed tonight

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will dine with the Lord in Paradise

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One boy spoke up, said preacher come on

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eat your supper with us

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I'd be no guest at the table of the Lord

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His food was not to be mine

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Cause I cursed His name every chance that I could

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And I reckon that's why I'm still alive