(Oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
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He lived by my side on an Island in the sea
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A place called Okeinawa and just like me
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He was fighting in the army against Japan
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Our home was a foxhole made of clay blood and sand
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(The last foxhole oh the last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
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Soon the war was over and we went our seperate ways
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He went home to Brooklyn but in the army I chose to stay
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Now he often wrote me the letters and told me about his fears
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When his son became a man would he had to live
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(The last foxhole oh the last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
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Then came Korea they sent my company
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And that same Brooklyn boy right back with me
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But I left him there in the grave deep and cold
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They just covered him up in his last foxhole
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(The last foxhole oh the last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
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Well the years went by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam
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And there's a boy from Brooklyn behind a gun
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They couldn't send his daddy so they sent his son
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(Oh the last foxhole oh the last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
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Last Foxhole
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Red Sovine |