People starin' at me as they wheel me down the ramp toward my plane
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The war is over for me I've forgotten everything except the pain
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Thank you sir and yes sir it was worth it for the old red-white-and-blue
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And since I won't be walking I suppose I'll save some money buying shoes.
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The bottle hidden underneath the blanket over my two battered legs
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I can see see the stewardess make over me and ask were you afraid
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I say why no I'm Superman and couldn't find a phone booth quite in time
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A GI gets a lotta laughs if he remembers all the funny lines.
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Mama bake a pie, daddy kill a chicken
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Your son is comin' home 11:35 Wednesday night.
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Mama will be crying, daddy's gonna say son did they treat you good
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My uncle will be drunk and he'll say boy they do some real great things with wood
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The letter that she wrote me said goodbye, she couldn't wait and lots of luck
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The bottle underneath the blanket feels just like an old friend to my touch.
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I know she'll come and see me but I bet she never once looks at my legs
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She'll talk about the weather and the dress she wore the July 4th Parade
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Lord I love her and I don't believe this bottle's gonna get her off my mind
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I see here in the paper where they say the war is just a waste of time.
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Mama bake a pie, daddy kill a chicken
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Your son is comin' home 11:35 Wednesday night...
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Mama Bake A Pie
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| Bobby Bare |
