Well Mother What The War Did To My Legs And To My Tongue You Should’ve Raised A Baby Girl I Should

well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue you should’ve raised a baby girl I should have been a better son if you could coddle the infection they can amputate at once you should’ve been I could have been a better son And when we go don’t blame us we let the fires just bathe us yeah you made us oh so famous we’ll never let you go she said you ain’t no son of mine for what you’ve done they’re gonna find a place for you and just you mind your manners when you go and when you go don’t return to me my love that’s right…