1971, hung up a chicken bone
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On the old chandelier at the sawdust saloon
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The medical exam had cleared me to fight
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My mother said stay and I thought that I might
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My brother said stay that's when I left
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Never know who might be called in your stead
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So I showed up on time to meet my platoon
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And hung up a bone in the sawdust saloon
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With Jimmy Tassone, I used to play ball
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Now he sits here beside me and talks like a man
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He looks like a man, says he shoots like a man
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But no medal of honor will make his Mom move back in
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So he said my drunk father, I'll be back for you soon
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But Jimmy still hangs in the sawdust saloon
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And I love my country with a deep frenzied love
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Her legs spread out wide her nose turned up
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So I showed up on time to meet my platoon
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And hung up a bone in the sawdust saloon
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The candle in the window, the coin in the well
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The break in your voice, the crack in the bell
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All raise up a round, without saying a word
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To them old dusty bones and the good men that served
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Sawdust Saloon
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The Low Anthem |