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Got a song about a soldier, |
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Ridin' somewhere on a train |
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Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder |
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And some pills to ease the pain |
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Started drinkin' in el paso, |
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He was drunk in san antone, |
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Tellin' strangers who were sleepin' |
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How he hated goin' home |
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Just a simple song of freedom, |
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He was never fightin' for, |
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No one's listenin' when you need 'em, |
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Ain't no fun to sing that song no more. |
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Got a song about a sister, |
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Waitin' somewhere by the phone, |
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For some man who never missed her, |
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Ever since he come and gone |
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And its harder for a woman, |
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With a baby on the way, |
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That's the price of bein' human, |
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When you're poor enough to pay, |
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So she listens to the freedom, |
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In the silence at her door |
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No one's missin' till you need 'em |
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Ain't no fun to sing that song no more |
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Got a song about a savior, |
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Lookin' lonesome and afraid, |
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At a city full of strangers, |
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And a cross he never made |
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And he's sadder than he's wiser, |
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And a longer way from home, |
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And he wonders why his father, |
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Left him bleeding and alone. |
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Just a broken song of freedom, |
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And the closing of a door, |
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No one's missin' till you need 'em |
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Ain't no fun to sing that song no more. |
