till_the_cows_come_home
Take the ribbon from your hair
Change the record for a prayer
And curse the land that took your man
And left you all alone
Until the cows come home
Take two fingers and a thumb of whiskey
For every poor relation of Uncle Sam
Damn the land that took your man
and left you all alone
Until the cows come home
His body lies over the ocean!
His body lies over the sea!
His body lies over the ocean!
Bring back his body to me!\
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