There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor is death and decay
But in a little town near Georgia
From away from this bloodied land
A girl by the name of Linda
Has my son in her arms
And a hand on her hip
And planting little vinca's
Is waiting for me.
There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor in death and decay
But my husband is waiting for me
In Petticoat, Maine.
And even though we fought before I left
He's expecting me home
A kiss
And for my head on his chest
There is no glory in bloodshed
No glory in death and decay
But I'd give my very life for you
For I Have grown to love living
In the US of A
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor is death and decay
But in a little town near Georgia
From away from this bloodied land
A girl by the name of Linda
Has my son in her arms
And a hand on her hip
And planting little vinca's
Is waiting for me.
There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor in death and decay
But my husband is waiting for me
In Petticoat, Maine.
And even though we fought before I left
He's expecting me home
A kiss
And for my head on his chest
There is no glory in bloodshed
No glory in death and decay
But I'd give my very life for you
For I Have grown to love living
In the US of A
