Well I heard a voice one morning
I'd never heard before
Uncle Sam called me boy
Said boy get ready to go the army man...
When your son is 18 years old
Put a gun in his hand...
I got six boys
And two of then on the front line
in the army
If we don't stop the war in Vietnam
I believe we'll drop that old atom bomb
Everybody will be on the street crying...
Some will be weeping,
some will be mourning
Some won't be home for Christmas
Some will hurt real bad
I'd never heard before
Uncle Sam called me boy
Said boy get ready to go the army man...
When your son is 18 years old
Put a gun in his hand...
I got six boys
And two of then on the front line
in the army
If we don't stop the war in Vietnam
I believe we'll drop that old atom bomb
Everybody will be on the street crying...
Some will be weeping,
some will be mourning
Some won't be home for Christmas
Some will hurt real bad
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