Just a boy of twelve years, he worked in the fields
Behind a plough and a hoe, this land his father before him gave
One of nine barefoot kids, the hardship was cruel
This boy now a man, is mighty and brave
Behind a plough and a hoe, this land his father before him gave
One of nine barefoot kids, the hardship was cruel
This boy now a man, is mighty and brave
He sent the kids off every day to churches and schools
In the hills and the farms the call to arms raging on foreign shores
Hard taught and honor bound before he's a teen
This man this war with no time to dream
If I know Murphy
His life on the line he would lay
His honor and pride to all who new him was real
If I know Murphy
He'll be singing that song 'til the end
We'll be counting the days 'til Murphy comes home again
He brought hell to every coast, the likes never seen
Mr. Murphy when things got too rough they just call his name
More stars than any man more sadness and grief
This man, his life, oh what a shame
The word that he wrote with tears in his eyes
We all look up the hill as he waves goodbye
We'll be counting the days 'til Murphy comes home again
If I know Murphy
His life on the line he would lay
His honor and pride to all who new him was real
If I know Murphy
He'll be singing that song 'til the end
We'll be counting the days 'til Murphy comes home again
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