it's not hard to reach back to the day
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underneath that iowa sun
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running to the tower of waterloo
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looking for the Sullivan's train to come
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and his five boys would run to the top
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and salute him as he went by
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first we'd wave hello
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then we'd wave goodbye
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goodbye
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it's not hard to reach back to the days
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after the attack on pearl
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overnight my buddies turned into men
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running out of time for games and girls
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and the Sullivan boys were not overlooked
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Uncle Sam'd call them each by name
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the very next day they left on a mystery train
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say goodbye, Mrs. Sullivan
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and don't you cry
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"-We regret to inform you
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the Navy has taken your sons away-"
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all five... so put your blue star in the window
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it's not hard to reach back to her smile
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when she'd recieve a letter
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and the letters they sounded generally the same
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they said they couldn't be home
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at least they were together
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on a mighty fighting battleship
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somewhere in the South Pacific
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the letters never got much more specific
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say goodbye, Mrs. Sullivan
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and don't you cry
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"-We regret to inform you
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the Navy is keeping your sons away-"
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all five... so keep your blue star in the window
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it's not hard to reach back to the day
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when the war finally came home
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Uncle Sam'll send you a telegram
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so he doesn't have to tell you over the phone
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i heard she cracked up
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when they found out what the war had cost
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when all five of her boys were lost...
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say goodbye, Mrs. Sullivan
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go ahead and cry
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"-We regret to inform you
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that all your sons have passed away-"
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all five... so change your blue star to gold
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blue star to gold
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Sullivan
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Caroline's Spine |