In my own city
where I come from I had a friend we grew
up as one The best of our lives we made
a vow To stick it out some way somehow
How many times we talked the night
away How many plans we made to hit
the road someday How many things there
was to see and there was to be How
many things when you're young and free
Well, he never had much family Little
brother and him and mama made three There
was a time there once was four But he
can't talk about that no more
Then one day a letter came And on
that day I knew right there our roads
had changed Well it called for him to
fight for us He said "I ain't scared"
But I knew he was
And a tear was hid as he stood and
waved And mama said "We love
you son, try to be brave" Little
brother he watched so proudly then,
said "When I grow up I'm gonna
be just like him"
When it was on a Sunday morning Little
brother ran up the front porch crying
over the telegram And the contents read,
it was on a hill It was in action then
a boy was killed
Mama shrunk and fell And said "God
help me understand" And on her shoulder
was little brother's hand, she said
"I'll be alright. Go on to your room" Thinking
to herself, "Well he'll be eighteen
soon"
To die so young in an unknown land Where
the shame of blood is on no one's hand And
on whose heart will the guilt be bound On
the one who sent him out The one who
shot him down?
Well he was eighteen And he had to
die And to this day God knows I don't
know why To be so young, paid such a
cost For what was gained for what was
lost?
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