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Bob Dylan
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Bob Dylan
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John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
His mama sure was proud of him
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
His mama'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 that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout
Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood
"That's my son that'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
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
Oh good old-fashioned war

Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
They ceased to come for about ten months or more
Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train
Your son's a-coming home from the war"

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

Oh 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 Lord, not even recognize his face

"Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
How is it you come to be this way?"
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And the mother had to turn her face away

"Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home ... acting proud
You wasn't there standing in my shoes"

"Oh, 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"
Oh Lord, just like mine

"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
That I was just a puppet in a play
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
And a cannon ball 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

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
His mama sure was proud of him
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
His mama'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 that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout
Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood
"That's my son that'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
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
Oh good old-fashioned war

Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
They ceased to come for about ten months or more
Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train
Your son's a-coming home from the war"

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

Oh 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 Lord, not even recognize his face

"Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
How is it you come to be this way?"
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And the mother had to turn her face away

"Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home ... acting proud
You wasn't there standing in my shoes"

"Oh, 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"
Oh Lord, just like mine

"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
That I was just a puppet in a play
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
And a cannon ball 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

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    John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
    His mama sure was proud of him
    He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
    His mama'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 that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout
    Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood
    "That's my son that'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
    And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
    And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
    Oh good old-fashioned war

    Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
    They ceased to come for about ten months or more
    Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train
    Your son's a-coming home from the war"

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

    Oh 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 Lord, not even recognize his face

    "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
    How is it you come to be this way?"
    He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
    And the mother had to turn her face away

    "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
    You thought it was the best thing I could do?
    I was on the battleground, you were home ... acting proud
    You wasn't there standing in my shoes"

    "Oh, 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"
    Oh Lord, just like mine

    "And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
    That I was just a puppet in a play
    And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
    And a cannon ball 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

    John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
    His mama sure was proud of him
    He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
    His mama'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 that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout
    Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood
    "That's my son that'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
    And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
    And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
    Oh good old-fashioned war

    Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
    They ceased to come for about ten months or more
    Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train
    Your son's a-coming home from the war"

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

    Oh 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 Lord, not even recognize his face

    "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
    How is it you come to be this way?"
    He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
    And the mother had to turn her face away

    "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
    You thought it was the best thing I could do?
    I was on the battleground, you were home ... acting proud
    You wasn't there standing in my shoes"

    "Oh, 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"
    Oh Lord, just like mine

    "And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
    That I was just a puppet in a play
    And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
    And a cannon ball 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