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First Time at a War

Si Kahn
Lingua: Inglese




It snowed all night the day I left Kentucky.
The Middle Fork was choked with ice and snow.
Left sixteen years and all my friends behind me.
Somehow I had to be the first to go.
My mama baked all night before I left her.
At supper there was not too much to say.
My Daddy put his arm around my shoulder.
He said, "Son, I hope we'll see you home some day."

So don't you play no sad songs on the jukebox.
I've heard 'em all a hundred times before.
And excuse me if I seem a little crazy.
You see, this is my first time at a war.

It froze the night before we left the trenches.
The fields ahead were caked with mud and snow.
With nothing to depend on but our fortune,
I knew I'd be among the first to go.
They treat me pretty good here at the rest home.
The sheets upon my bed are snowy white.
The nurses say that supper's almost ready.
Mama, don't you set a place for me tonight.‎

So don't you play no sad songs on the jukebox.
I've heard 'em all a hundred times before.
And excuse me if I seem a little crazy.
You see, this is my first time at a war.



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