Been sitting on old park benches
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Brother, hasn't it been fun?
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But you remember me from the trenches
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I fought in World War One
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Yes, you saw us off at the troop train
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Smiling a brave goodbye
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But where were you when we came home
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To claim our apple pie
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Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
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Where's our apple pie?
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We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
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Now where's our apple pie?
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World War Two was a favorite
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God was surely on our side
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The teenage kids enlisted with
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The blessings of their daddys' pride
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Well the wars may change but not so the glaze
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In the young boys' eyes
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When they cry out for their mamas
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In the hours before they die
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Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
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Where's our apple pie?
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We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
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Now where's our apple pie?
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I volunteered for the last one
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And I don't want to moralize
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But somehow I thought we deserved the best
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For the way we threw away our lives
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For we all believed in something
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I know it wasn't very clear
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But I know it wasn't rats in a hospital room
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And a broken-down wheelchair
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Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
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Where's our apple pie?
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We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
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Now where's our apple pie?
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Yes, Johnny finally got his gun
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Before he got his apple pie
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Now he hasn't got a hand to eat it with
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But still he doesn't want to die
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Because he prefers to go on fighting
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And let his baby brother know
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When the next time around the call goes out
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It's "Hell no, we won't go!"
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There'll be no World War Three, my friends
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There'll be no World War Three
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We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
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There'll be no World War Three
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Where's My Apple Pie?
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| Joan Baez |
