| Waitin' on the sunrise, I’ve given up on sleep
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| My only thoughts are with you all back home in Tennessee
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| They’re dug in on the hilltop, we got cover in the trees
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| Between the two, an open field that looks like hell to me
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| And to my dearest wife I write
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| Kiss our baby girls tonight
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| Tomorrow’s battle will not wait
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| But I don’t see no other way
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| I can see the old house not too long ago
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| Every night I slept by your side, heaven just bein' home
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| Can hear 'em callin' Reveille, I can see the sun
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| It breaks my heart we’re kept apart, still fightin' to be done
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| To my dearest wife I write
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| Kiss our baby girls tonight
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| Tomorrow’s battle will not wait
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| But I don’t see no other way
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| Mine eyes have seen the glory
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| The glory of the comin' of the Lord
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| And he is tramplin' out the vintage
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| The vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
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| Now the sun is risen, you mean the world to me
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| My thoughts was turned to work at hand far from Tennessee
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| They’re dug in on the hilltop, we leave the cover of the trees
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| We’ll march across that open field that looks like hell to me
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| To my dearest wife I write
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| Kiss our baby girls tonight
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| Tomorrow’s battle will not wait
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| But I don’t see no other way
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| The bride of war wears blood and fire
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| Hand-in-hand, death walks beside her
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| We’ll cross the field, lay all to waste
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| I don’t see no other way
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| To my dearest wife I write
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| Kiss our baby girls tonight |