The boy only wanted to give his mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at him as he came rushing in with them
Knowing her roses were doomed
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But she knew it was love
It was one she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
He still remembered that night as a child on his mother's knee
She held him close as she opened the Bible
And quietly started to read
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Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own
When uncle sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men were there
And luck had his number drawn
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And they knew it as love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands.
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