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Jimmy wasn't really popular
He had a couple of friends back home
Sooner or later they're all gettin' out
So he had to join up alone

He was dreamin' of the ivy leagues
Since he was only three feet tall
Get the hell out of Jersey
And then he would never look back at all

And then you hear em' say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
They're gonna miss him
He was two weeks from twenty
And there's still no shame
From the man to blame

Jimmy never had a reason to stay
Cause all the factories shut down
All he had was a line for his name
So he could sign away his right to be proud
He tried to kiss her on the way out the door
She just put her little hand on his face
I don't understand why you're leavin', she said
But I hope you're gonna ask me to wait

And then you hear em' say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
His lady missed him
He was two weeks from twenty
And there's still no shame
From the man to blame

Jimmy's mother went to capitol hill
So she could fill her heart up with joy
Maybe shake a few hands while she's there
And tell em' thank you sir for takin' my boy

And then you hear em' say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
His momma missed him
He was two weeks from twenty
And there's still no shame
From the man to blame

No there's still no shame
And we're all to blame
We're all to blame
We're all to blame
We're all to blame
We're all to blame

Written by KEY, WILLIAM RYAN / MOSELY, PETER MICHAEL
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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