Rushing Rusty To Foreign Lands
Pardon me
My Lord
From War Virginia
I holler
Could I trust the old man
Is my father a good man
Unlike my uncle
My uncle Sam
My uncle Sam
A bad apple never caught
Not a day in prison
My Lord
My uncle did Vietnam
After killing JFK
And horrors more
Bad lies I reckon
Arms of mass destruction
Rushing Rusty to foreign lands
Before wasting baby young
My Lord
I’m poor and poorly read
May I burden you more
Trust is gold my Lord
Tell me straight my Lord
Is my father an honest man
Is he unlike my uncle
If Rusty died for reason
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