The sun was slowly setting
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On the land of Vietnam
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Our captain gave his orders
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And I quickly took my stand
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The guns were roaring fiercely
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As our jets took off in flight
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So I took this piece of paper
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Mum, and to you I'd thought I'd write
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Mum, I'm writing this from a treetop
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I'm a sniper here by the way
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And from where I sit I watch for the enemy
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Cause as you know, they're our deadly prey
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But while I was writing this line that says
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"Dear Mother I love you so"
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I heard a shot and when I looked my god
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They had killed my best friend Joe
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It was heartbreaking Mother
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To see him lying there in tears
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And wracked with pain
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Our chaplin praying over him
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And the doctor trying to ease his pain
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As I hurried to the dreadful scene
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I heard the doctor say
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Im afraid his battles over
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You see, Mom his chest was shot away
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So I thought I might ease my saddened heart
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And the pain of this horrible blow
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And if this letter seems to be blurred a bit
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Its from my tears that flow
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But there's one consolation I have, Mom
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And the great general in heaven
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Knows how right I am
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He gave his life for you and my sweetheart
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And his all for Uncle Sam
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I just came from the funeral
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So I'll finish this to you
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They wrapped him in Old Glory
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The red, white, and the blue
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I'd better take my post now
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So please give my love to Sue
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And I'll do my best for Uncle Sam
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And Mother dear for you
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A Letter From Vietnam
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| Hank Snow |
