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Charlie boy, don't go to war, first born in forty-four
Kennedy made him believe we could do much more
Ohhh, oh ohhh..
Lillian, don't hang your head, love should make you feel good
In uniform you raised a man, who volunteered to stand
Ohhh, oh ohhh..
Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your mothers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky boys,
Fire that volley loud
News was bad on Upland Ave., Metuchen mourned our loss
Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled, and mothers clutched the cross
Ohhh, oh ohhh..
Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your fathers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky boys,
Fire that volley loud