Another Old Soldier - Mark Collie

he was haggard and gray, and he walked with a limp

he’d have him a smoke, and he’d take him a sip

born in the summer of twenty-four, son of a veteran of the first world war

he entered the service in forty-one,

and he didn’t come home till the fighting was done

wearing a silver star on his chest,

damn proud to say he was one of the best

twenty-one guns, the stars, the stripes

an eye full of tears, and a heart full of pride

when you hear that distant bugle play

another old soldier fades away

another old soldier fades away

he took a bullet in the hip, outside in Nam.

he was back in the field by fifty-one

said Douglass Macarthur, was a man among men

and Harry s.

Truman, was a horses end

still he never questioned, his uncle Sam

when they sent him in, to Vietnam

they brought him home in seventy-three

on a hundred percent, disability

twenty-one guns, the stars, the stripes

an eye full of tears, and a heart full of pride

when you hear that distant bugle play

another old soldier fades away

another old soldier fades away

he loved this country, with all of his might

right up until the day he died

in a crowded ward at the local V.A.

another old soldier fades away

twenty-one guns, the stars, the stripes

an eye full of tears, and a heart full of pride

when you hear that distant bugle play

another old soldier fades away

another old soldier fades away