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He grew up in a time |
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When a third-grade education |
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Was all the school you needed |
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To work the family farm |
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He'd take time off on |
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SundayHim and all his family, warm a pew |
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And give thanks to the |
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LordThere was no gray, only black and white |
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Didn't need no-one to tell him |
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What was wrong or right' |
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Cause he had |
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God, family and country |
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He set aside his plow, in early 1940 |
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Said goodbye to his small town |
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And put on the army green |
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Hard times on the front lines |
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Writin' letters on wet paper |
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Not one word about |
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The awful things he'd seen |
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His was a generation, |
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That answered without question |
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They knew they had to win' |
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Cause they were fightin' for |
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God, family and country |
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On the coffee table |
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Sits the family |
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BibleWhere just last year he added |
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A little boy to the family tree |
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There's the folded flag they gave us |
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On the day he left us |
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But the thing that |
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I remember most |
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Is the way that he, believed |
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In God, Family and |
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CountryOhh, we've got |
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God, family and country |
