By John D. Loudermilk
1969 Acuff-Rose Publ. Inc.

War babies, torn from the war-time womb
Raised in a rented room, why are you cryin'?
War babies brought up to laugh at jokes
'Bout certain groups of folks, why do you cry?
Why do you cry, child of the times
What's under your skin, what's in your mind?

War babies, you've got your Japanese toys
An' you've got your British noise
So, why do you cry?
Pray ev'ry night, down on your knees
You won't have to fight other war babies

War babies, get up an' fix your eggs
Momma is still in bed
Run on to Sunday school
An' stay for church services
An' you don't slam the door, war babies
How many times, I wonder how many times
Now, how many times will you all hear these lies

Oh, where have we failed you
What in th' world ails you
Well, you dry your eyes
Go wash your face an' stay in your place
You're just a disgrace, war babies

(source: Standard Songs Pop/ Country/ Blues/ Folk/ Instumentals/ Novelty, Acuff-Rose Publications Inc. 1956-1973)

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