| Got a song about a soldier
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| Ridin' somewhere on a train
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| Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder
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| And some pills to ease the pain
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| Started drinkin' in El Paso
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| He was drunk in San Antone
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| Tellin' strangers who were sleepin'
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| How he hated goin' home
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| Just a simple song of freedom
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| He was never fightin' for
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| No one’s listenin' when you need 'em
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| Ain’t no fun to sing that song no more
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| Got a song about a sister
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| Waitin' somewhere by the phone
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| For some man who never missed her
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| Ever since he come and gone
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| And its harder for a woman
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| With a baby on the way
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| That’s the price of bein' human
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| When you’re poor enough to pay
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| So she listens to the freedom
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| In the silence at her door
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| No one’s missin' till you need 'em
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| Ain’t no fun to sing that song no more
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| Got a song about a Savior
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| Lookin' lonesome and afraid
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| At a city full of strangers
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| And a cross He never made
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| And He’s sadder than He’s wiser
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| And a longer way from home
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| And He wonders why His Father
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| Left Him bleeding and alone
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| Just a broken song of freedom
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| And the closing of a door
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| No one’s missin' till you need 'em
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| Ain’t no fun to sing that song no more |