The Cry of a Soldier

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Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton
Too much weight gave me a strain;
I wonder why I have this gun
 
At last, we have the enemy on the run 
Thanks to the helicopter that dropped us on the plain
Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton.
 
I’m very dehydrated from the scorching sun 
Waiting for the enemy in the grass with grain.
I wonder why I have this gun.
 
I want to go back home where there much more fun.
I wish I could go and leave on a train. 
Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton. 
 
I accidentally killed a man and his son.
I was punished by the flood from the rain.
I wonder why I have this gun.
 
The rain is over it left us with this mud. 
Why war, there’s nothing to gain. 
Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton; 
I wonder why I have this gun.

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