 Baby, a little cornet in a tube joined by the tracks In 17 we joined the war, we volunteered to fight in France In his shoes, had five or two, they wouldn't let him in the infantry Served late taps for the boys each night And a dawn with a month of revelry So glory words, the stories heard about a war to end a war The only soldier without a gun is a man Now David came back from France, but a wait is for death Making babies, instead of music, never spoke of regrets Works a union life, loves his kids and wife To talk much about the war, just a bugler That's all he had to say Watching kids in the yard he'd say In tent with life, his family, his favorite son So glory words, those stories heard about a war to end a war A soldier without a gun, we gather inside To sort through his life and his dreams The truth we all knew, wasn't all that was true What we found there, changed everything Down in the cellar, in a box in the dark Hey, first from the army, put a grass up her He spent his time in the front lines With a red cross on his sleeve, blood in the door Now we know, he gave so much more This man is a brass Glory words, those stories heard about a war to end a war A soldier without a gun is a man