A Horse Named Bill lyrics

A Hero of the Wrong War
I recall the afternoon, I had just come home from school
When the FBI came knocking on our door
They were looking for my dad
They had to find him `cause they had
A thing or two to ask him `bout the war
I recall the anger and I can feel the fear
Though I was too young to really understand
Any wrong he could have done
Many years `fore I was born
By fighting in some distant foreign land
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My daddy was a war hero, but a hero of the wrong war
Though he never did complain of the blood he`d shed in vain
He was a hero of the wrong war, he was a hero of the wrong war
Sometimes at night he`d tell to me stories of the infantry
And the men he`d known and the sacrifices made
Of the battles fought and the things they did
From Barcelona to Madrid
With the men called the Lincoln Brigade
When other children`s daddies got to march on Veteran`s Day
When the drums all beat and the shiny brass bands blared
When the old men made their speeches
Of the heroes who`d come home
At our house my dad sat and drank and stared
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Well many years have rolled along, and my old man for years`s been gone
The times have changed, the bands don`t play so loud
The heroes of the Asian fight
Don`t brag about their deeds all night
Of what they`ve done they don`t seem all that proud
Well some wars they make people slaves, some wars make people free
Some wars don`t do anything, it seems
Though they tried to make him hang his head
My dad was proud of what he did
Defending human rights and human dreams
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My daddy was a war hero, and he knew damn well what he was fighting for . . .
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