Tom Flannery Dear John
If love don't kill me war just mighta dear john letter
or a fire fight
civilian boots parked under my bed
or an insurgent bullet in my head
A woman can wave like a flag
from the local airport to ol' Baghdad
crying like a baby saying please don't go
then it's heels and lipstick and a tallyho
oh oh I don't wanna go to war
what if my Mother's right and she really is a whore?
no fears can be allayed
from a million miles away
how can my mind process IED's
when she's spreadeagled right in front of me
oh I don't wanna go to war
oh I don't wanna go to war
Said she loved a man in uniform
but the plumber and the farmer planting corn?
got used to her wild roving eye
but these days I'm in short supply
Now I'm guarding a convoy of KBR trucks
until the day we all run out of luck
nothing to do but sit and stew
over here one and one and one makes two
oh oh I don't wanna go to war
what if my Mother's right and she really is a whore?
no fears can be allayed
from a million miles away
how can my mind process IED's
with her spreadeagled right in front of me
oh I don't wanna go to war
oh I don't wanna go to war
I wish I was a kid again
playing those days of remember when
all grown up with too many places to go
still unable to just say no
If love don't kill me war just might
a dear john letter or a fire fight
civilian boots parked under my bed
or an insurgent bullet in my head
