Charlie boy, don't go to war, first born in forty-four
Kennedy made him believe we could do much more
Ooooh-Oo-oooooh-Oo-ooooh-oo-ooooh
Lillian, don't hang your head, love should make you feel good
In uniform you raised a man, who vol-un-teered to stand
Ooooh-Oo-oooooh-Oo-ooooh-oo-ooooh
Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your mothers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky boys
Fire that volley loud
News was bad on Upland Ave, my touch and mourn our loss
Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled,
and moth-ers clutched the cross
Ooooh-Oo-oooooh-Oo-ooooh-oo-ooooh
Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your mothers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky boys
Fire that volley loud