They got me on the front in 45
’cause I didn’t have the strength to stay alive.
You know I did the best I could.                 
Mama I was good and then I died.
Oh lord in 45.

They get you when you’re young and ill prepared,
when the beauty of the world has got you scared.
Now I don’t know what’s right,
but I know I lost the fight and that ain’t fair.
No lord that ain’t fair.

I didn’t get a chance to see the end,
but I heard somebody say it would be grand
with confetti in the street                 
and the dancing and the beat of marching bands.
Oh lord that’d be grand.
Oh lord that’d be grand.