Woody and Paul

War

War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down

Enemy fire can’t fry my tuft away
Enemy horses won’t drag my bride away

War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down

Blessed, I believe I am
Blessed, I believe I am

War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down

Young man’s got his hands outstreched
His face lies in the mud
‘Round his neck, a rope attached
His clothes are full of blood
Down the hills a little girl is hunted like a rat
Two brown eyes remind her of a son she ever had

War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down
War ain’t gonna keep me down

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