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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Natalie Merchant
Natalie Merchant
Vocals
Steve Gustafson
Steve Gustafson
Bass Guitar
Jerome Augustyniak
Jerome Augustyniak
Drums
Dennis Drew
Dennis Drew
Keyboards
Rob Buck
Rob Buck
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Natalie Merchant
Natalie Merchant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Asher
Peter Asher
Producer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Duane Seykora
Duane Seykora
Assistant Engineer
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
George Massenburg
George Massenburg
Mixing Engineer
Mike Reese
Mike Reese
Mastering Engineer
Sharon Rice
Sharon Rice
Additional Engineer
Shep Lonsdale
Shep Lonsdale
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I always knew that you would
Take yourself far from home
As soon as, as far as, you could go
By the quarter inch cut of your hair
And the army issue green
For the past eight weeks
I can tell where you've been
For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me
There was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins
There is a world outside of this room
And when you meet it promise me
You won't meet it with your gun
So now you are one of the brave few
It's awful sad we need boys like you
I hope the day never comes for
"Here's your live round son
Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun"
Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me
There was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins
There is a world outside of this room
And when you meet it promise me
You won't meet it with your gun, taking aim
I don't mean to argue
They've made a decent boy of you
And I don't mean to spoil your homecoming
But baby brother, you should expect me to
"Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun"
So now does your heart pitter pat
With a patriotic sound
When you see the stripes of Old Glory waving?
Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me
There was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins
There is a world outside of this room
And when you meet it promise me
You won't meet it with your gun, taking aim
I don't mean to argue
They've made a decent boy of you
And I don't mean to spoil your homecoming, my baby brother Jude
Oh I don't mean to hurt you by saying this again
They're so good at making soldiers
But they're not as good
At making men
Written by: Natalie Merchant
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