(Oh Lord let it be the last foxhole) He lived by
my side on an Island in the sea A place called
Okeinawa and just like me He was fighting in the
army against Japan Our home was a foxhole made of
clay blood and sand (The last foxhole oh the last
foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)

Soon the war was over and we went our seperate
ways He went home to Brooklyn but in the army I
chose to stay Now he often wrote me the letters
and told me about his fears When his son became a
man would he had to live (The last foxhole oh the
last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
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Then came Korea they sent my company And that same
Brooklyn boy right back with me But I left him
there in the grave deep and cold They just covered
him up in his last foxhole (The last foxhole oh
the last foxhole oh Lord let it be the last
foxhole)

Well the years went by now here I am in another
foxhole in VietNam And there's a boy from Brooklyn
behind a gun They couldn't send his daddy so they
sent his son (Oh the last foxhole oh the last
foxhole oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)