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    The War

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    The War
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      About "The War"

      Lyrics for Lucero - "The War"

      I got drafted at 19
      Me and a bunch of boys from home
      January '43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
      Went to basic south of Birmingham
      Put me on west coast bound train
      Spent three days out in San Diego
      And they shipped me back east again
      Left a port out of New York
      Slept for months in british rain
      Tore it up down in London town
      And they shipped me back out again

      The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
      One boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us

      Never talk about those first days
      Lots of friends left behind
      But I made it all the way across France
      And I fought at the Maginot line
      Road a tank into Belgium
      Like them better than the French
      Like my daddy, thirty years before
      I did my time in a trench
      Lots of days there's no water
      But the liquor kept me warm
      The cellars were stocked to the ceiling with booze
      So I carried a bottle with my gun

      The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
      One boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us”

      Three times I made sergeant
      I'm not that kind of man
      And pretty much just as quick as I could
      I get busted back to private again
      Cause takin' orders never suited me
      Giving them out was much worse
      I could not stand to get my friends killed
      So I took care of myself first
      Now I know that don't sound right
      Don't think too bad of me
      Now it keeps me up nights
      What I could have done differently

      The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise.”
      One boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us”

      I'd be no guest at the table of the Lord
      His food was not to be mine
      ‘Cause I cursed His name every chance that I could
      And I recon that's why I'm still alive

      SONGWRITERS:
      Nichols, Benjamin
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