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The Sniper

Published by Susan on 2003/8/2 (1553 reads)
Because back home in Tennessee...

Because back home in Tennessee
         I was a champeen shot,
They made a sniper outa me
         An' ninety krouts I got:
         I wish to Christ I'd not!

Athinkin' o' them blasted lives
         It's kindo' blue I be;
Them lads no doubt had kids an' wives
         An' happy home like me:
         Them stiffs I still can see.

Aye, ninety men or more my hand
         Has hustled down to hell;
They've loaded me with medals and
         They tell me I done well:
         A hero for a spell.

But Heaven help me to forget
           Them fellow men I've slain,
The bubbling flow of blood I've let . . .
         I'll never kill again:
         To swat flies gives me pain.

Just let me dream when we will see
         And end of soldierin';
When flags of famous victory
         Will be amoulderin':
An' lethal steel an' battle blast
         Be nightmares of the past.

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