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Sixty-thousand good men gone
At the battle of The Somme,
Buzz-bombs and bullets mowed the poor buggers down.
An ocean of blood
For six miles of mud,
And they're still pulling bones from the ground.

And I wish I was back home in England for Christmas,
Where the hollies and the hawthorns grow,
But I'm stuck here in a ditch on my belly,
With canned beef, trench foot and snow.

Thirteen-thousand good men slain
At El Alamein,
Thick clouds of flies like some biblical plague.
Sick from the heat,
There's nothing to eat,
And all round them the stench of decay.

And I wish I was back home in England for Christmas,
With a glass of good ale in my hand,
But I'm huddled in a hole in the desert,
With a mouth full of blisters and sand.

And this one's for all of the fathers,
Yeah this one's for all of the sons,
Who died all alone in some shithole far from home,
Thinking this war would be the last one.

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from A Dying Man Can Sure Sing The Blues, released May 13, 2013
Lyrics and music by James R Closs. Performed by Muleskinner Jones.

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