Old Howard lived in a shack
In the back of our fields
That's where he slept
He lived off of dried apples and cigarettes
What happened to him?
What happened to him?
Oh, they don't make many men like him
Every morning, he would walk into town
He would buy a pack of pencils
Then he would turn around and spend his nights
Writing letters by candlelight
What happened to him?
What happened to him?
Oh, they don't make many men like him
1945, two came back alive
1945 and two came back alive
Dear Louise
The sky it burns at night
Foreign lights
This ground is not mine
What am I fighting for
I want to be at your front door
Your front door
1945, two came back alive
1945 and two came back alive
What happened to him?
What happened to him?
Oh, they don't make many men like him
1945, two came back alive
1945 and two came back alive