- cifra
Charlie boy, don't go to war
First born in forty-four
Kennedy made him believe
We could do much more
Ooh
Lillian, don't hang your head
Love should make you feel good
In uniform you raised a man
Who volunteered to stand
Ooh
Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your mothers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud
News was bad on Upland Ave
Metuchen mourn our loss
Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled
And mothers clutched the cross
Ooh
Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your fathers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud
