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"John Brown" by Bob Dylan

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
And his mother she sure was proud of him
When he looks so fine and tall in his uniform and all
His mother's face broke out all in a grin

Oh son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine
You make me proud to know you hold a gun
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get
And we'll put them on the wall when you come home

As John's train pulled out, his Ma began to shout
Tellin' everyone in the neighborhood
That's my son who's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know
She made well sure her neighbors understood

She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile
As she showed them to the people from next door
She bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
And these things that you called a good old-fashioned war

Lord, Lord, Good old-fashioned war

Long time letters did not come, did not come, did not come
They did not come for about nine months or more
The letter there finally came saying "Go down and meet the train
Your soldier son is coming on home from war."

She got up and went right down, she looked all around
But she could not see her soldier son in sight
But as the people passed, she saw her son at last
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes

His face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off
And he wore a metal brace around his waist
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know
While she couldn't even recognize his face

Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
How is it that you come to be this way?
Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do?

While I was on the battleground, you were home and acting proud
(????????????) standing in my shoes

And I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?
I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
And I saw that his face looked just like mine

Lord, Lord, Just like mine

And through the rolling stink, I could not help but think
That I was nothing but a puppet in a play
And through the rolling smoke, well, the string is finally broke
And (????????????) bombin' blew my eyes away

As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock
At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close
And he dropped his medals down into her hand

Lord, Lord, Down into her hand


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