Little Boy Soldier - Wanda Jackson, The Party Timers

The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold cold rain

And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me

In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand

Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad

The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy

He can’t understand why mommy stands there weepin'

Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had

Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad

The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise

Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes

With diverted look he wonders why his mommy looks so sad

Little boy soldier little boy soldier run to me his dad