War Babies - John D. Loudermilk

War babies torn from the war-time womb

Raised in a rented room why are you cryin'

War babies brought up to laugh at jokes

Bout certain groups of folks why do you cry

Why do you cry child of the times

What’s under your skin what’s in your mind

War babies you’ve got your Japanese toys

And you’ve got your British noise so why do you cry

Pray ev’ry night down on your knees

You won’t have to fight other war babies

War babies get up and fix your eggs

Moma is still in bed run on to Sunday school

And stay for church services

And you don’t slam the door war babies

Now how many times now how many times

How many times will you all hear these lies

Oh where have we failed you what in the world ails you

Will you dry your eyes go wash your face and stay in your place

You’re just a disgrace war baby