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 . . . MC
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