Jack woke up At his desk His feet up high Remembering that it’s Tuesday Goodbye Whoa oh oh He’s off to fight the war Whoa oh no And it makes daddy proud His mother cries As she packs the bags Jackie takes the pictures And wraps them in His t-shirt Gently Whoa oh oh Alive for one last look Of use his eyes Jackie’s eyes See the man Clear enough To understand Why he’s leavin’ With her here He feels a guide Gertrude asks will you forget Will you forget me? Betty cries, too Jimmy won’t speak Cursing his eyes For a fucking week He’s a true friend To you Whoa oh oh The day is done, the sun is down The moonlight My mother, Sue Grabs me tight Father cried And daddy never cries Now that I’m leavin’ Gertrude looks, Tiny eyes, Says the way I see you now Just like the day when I met you Just like the day when I met you He’s a friend He’s a son In our prayers He lights a run Until he was shot down Until he was shot down The day that I met you Flowers rest Next to Jackie’s name Carved in stone His brother’s also blooming