| Well you have been a fighting man
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| You’ve seen your share of war
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| Living for your Uncle Sam
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| Sam don’t need you anymore
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| You’ll be gone, you’ll be leaving
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| You’ll be back home again
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| On Christmas or July fourth
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| I really don’t remember when
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| And Im glad to see your doing well
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| We all know just who you are
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| Put your saber on the shelf
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| And well take down the ole blue star
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| Well I remember when you’d send me letters
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| And make my day when I was young
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| Photographs with M-16s
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| And money from Somalia
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| You’ll be gone, you’ll be leaving
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| You’ll be back home again
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| On Christmas or July fourth
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| I really don’t remember when
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| And Im glad to see your doing well
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| We all know just who you are
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| Put your saber on the shelf
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| And well take down the ole blue star
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| Your back home with your little girl
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| Wild and pretty, blonde and blue
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| You can’t help but be their world
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| And they can’t help but look like you
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| You’ll be gone, you’ll be leaving
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| You’ll be back home again
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| On Christmas or July fourth
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| I really don’t remember when
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| And Im glad to see your doing well
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| We all know just who you are
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| Put your saber on the shelf
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| And well take down the ole blue star |