Artist: unknown artist
Song: a hero of the wrong war
A Hero of the Wrong War
I recall the afternoon, I had just come home from school
When the FBI came knocking on our door
They were looking for my dad
They had to find him 'cause they had
A thing or two to ask him 'bout the war
I recall the anger and I can feel the fear
Though I was too young to really understand
Any wrong he could have done
Many years 'fore I was born
By fighting in some distant foreign land
CHORUS
My daddy was a war hero, but a hero of the wrong war
Though he never did complain of the blood he'd shed in vain
He was a hero of the wrong war, he was a hero of the wrong war
Sometimes at night he'd tell to me stories of the infantry
And the men he'd known and the sacrifices made
Of the battles fought and the things they did
From Barcelona to Madrid
With the men called the Lincoln Brigade
When other children's daddies got to march on Veteran's Day
When the drums all beat and the shiny brass bands blared
When the old men made their speeches
Of the heroes who'd come home
At our house my dad sat and drank and stared
(CHORUS)
Well many years have rolled along, and my old man for years's been gone
The times have changed, the bands don't play so loud
The heroes of the Asian fight
Don't brag about their deeds all night
Of what they've done they don't seem all that proud
Well some wars they make people slaves, some wars make people free
Some wars don't do anything, it seems
Though they tried to make him hang his head
My dad was proud of what he did
Defending human rights and human dreams
(CHORUS):
My daddy was a war hero, and he knew damn well what he was fighting for . . .
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