Route 1, Box 144 Songtext

Route 1, Box 144 Übersetzung
Route 1, Box 144 His dying barely made the morning paper; And they summed it up in twenty words or more; Spoken: ?Killed in action, leaves wife and baby, At Route one, Box one forty for.? He never did great things to be remembered; He had never been away from home before; Spoken: ?But you?d?ve thought he was president or something, At Route one, Box one forty for. Recitation: He grew up on a little farm just a couple of miles out of town. As a boy, he worked in his daddy?s field. And, when his daddy could spare him, He hired out to the neighbors for whatever the could pay him. He was thought of a just average; A good boy, nothin? more, - the average amount of friends. H married his high school sweetheart. They bought a little plot of gound. A couple of miles out of town on the mailbox, It said: ? Route 1, Box 144?; Back in town, there were very few people that really knew him, Because he hardly ever came to town; -except for maybe on Saturdays. Of course, the usual look care of his business; Bought what he had to have or could afford for his family, And went back to his little farm. With a baby on the way, he went to the army. And it was just a short while, That the news came that he was killed in action. His body was sent back on a plane, and then by train. And then, they brought the body from the train station To Route 1, Box 144.