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DEAD SOLDIER
words & music by Alan Gillies
Tuesday nights I play piano down at the Legion,
For the girl tending bar and the ghosts in their chairs.
Don't ask me why, 'cause there really ain't no reason;
It's just a place to hide from all my cares.

The iv'ries're worn, and it ain't been tuned in ages,
it's stained with beer and smoke and tears for friends lost overseas,
But I'd just as soon play here as all those other stages,
And dedicate a song to old memories.

So raise a glass to another unknown soldier,
Fallen in some battle far from home,
Just pass the bottle, we can sing all night,
And stumble home in the mornin' light,
And there'll be just one more dead soldier when I'm gone.

Most times it seems like last call comes too early,
Other nights it ne'er seems to come at all;
Either way, this crowd never gets too surly,
They just sit quiet as the notes echo down the hall.

But the time always comes when I hear the bartender,
jingling her keys as she's walkin' t'ward the door.
So I say goodbye to this piano and my latest bender,
but tonight before I'm through I'll have just one more.

So raise a glass to another unknown soldier,
Fallen in some battle, far from home,
Just pass the bottle, we'll sing all night,
And stumble home in the morning light,
There'll be just one more dead soldier when I'm gone;
I'll be just one more dead soldier when I'm gone.
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