Deep in the field A lone soldier stands With mud on his boot And blood on his hands They left him behind To bury the dead And to say a few words on behalf
Everyone tells me I was dealt a losing hand The way that I look And the way that I act It's not hard to understand Sure I got troubles Maybe you got'
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the
There's a party at my house tonight Everybody's wound up nice and tight They'll be rockin' and rollin' till the mornin' light There's a party at my house
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