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• Artiste: Tom Flannery
• Titre: Bull Run
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I wanted to get in before I missed the fun the ladies looking at me like I was the only one oh the time I'd have with my stories of war and how I licked the rebels and went back for more Gallant charges on horseback and using the bayonet stopping to have my picture made with nary a regret the bloodied will all rise again for a mural on a wall and I'll bow and tip my cap and catch every minnie ball Of course this was before artillery opened up on poor old me and tore my body clean in two the way it's built to do what fools we were to pray for war now I'm just a frame inside your drawer When I look across Bull Run creek I see much the same today young boys ambushed with the flag when they look the other way I'm the ghost of old wars past a grizzled vet by now dying cures what ails you no matter when or how So when you hear the distant drums and rich men beat their chests and then cower in their bunkers after sending all the rest seek not the marble men who have come before and caused so many mothers to drip tears on the floor Of course this was before artillery opened up on poor old me and tore my body clean in two the way it's built to do what fools we were to pray for war now I'm just a frame inside your drawer When I look across Bull Run creek I see much the same today young boys ambushed with the flag when they look the other way I'm the ghost of old wars past a grizzled vet by now dying cures what ails you no matter when or how