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Freeman signed up for the second war
Not knowing what's in store
When he was seventeen

Landing somewhere near the Burma Road
Pulling a heavy load
First action he had seen

Chorus
While men were falling around him
Calling out his name
He stood behind his rifle
As it began to rain
Smoke was rolling around him
Up throught the darkened sky
All he could hear was the sound of
A hundred thousand cries
Of soldiers going home
Sweet home
End Chorus

Somewhere out upon the desert sand
There stands another man
Just barely twenty one

He isn't sure about this foreign shore
Or what he's fighting for
Or all the things he's done

While men were falling around him
Calling out his name
He stood behind his rifle
He'll never be the same
The smoke was rolling around him
Blood stained the desert sand
Somewhere a mother is crying
Trying to understand
Bring our soldiers home
Sweet home