He was a handsome young fellow
Smiled with his whole heart
Then he went on overseas
Came back like a mine
All ***** and filthy with the day's mission
He never cried again, that boy
He once was so sweet and sensitive
His hands bare the blood of humans
He no longer smiles
His head is always bowed down
A bottle always clutched to his side
His rifle slung around him
Everyone is an enemy
He ain't the young friendly cowboy you once knew
He drank himself to death
The War threatening his life
The War depriving him of his sleep
Creeping in when he closed his eyes
He would wake up screaming and cursing himself
It shouldn't have been him, it should've been me
He pulled the trigger with an empty Jack nearby
The War took his life.