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Good solid build This ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men Polished new shoes and uniform Not a bad sort, just came here on a whim And now our soldier boy is missing home And now our little boy is dead as a stone Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks Snow-white combed hair, lanky physique Mobile, but awkwardly made-up Like some old wannabe debutante And now our soldier boy is leaving his own And, this old rag-tag neighborhood is folded up and gone Good solid build This ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men Polished new shoes and uniform Not a bad sort, just came here on a whim And now our soldier boy is missing home And now our little boy is dead as a stone Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks Snow-white combed hair, lanky physique Mobile, but awkwardly made-up Like some old wannabe debutante And now our soldier boy is leaving his own And, this old rag-tag neighborhood is folded up and gone And now our little boy is missing home And now our soldier boy is dead as a stone And this bright young chill is chilling me But it's not you, who lives on a farm
Writer(s): John Arch, Victor Arduini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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