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A Sailor's Prayer
By Paul Richie
9-12-1954
Our Father who art in Washington
I'm telling you my humble prayer
I joined the Navy to see the world
And travel here and there.
At seventeen I thought it smart
To get away from home
Being tied to mother's skirt and all
And never left alone
I wanted adventure, love and romance
And do the things that sailors do
But way down deep in my feeble heart
I thought it patriotic too
I didn't know the facts of life
Though I pretended to know the score
I was only a kid of seventeen
Too scared to go ashore
But as time went on from day to day
I picked things up here and there
So, now Dear Father, I got a note
To add to this humble prayer
The past few years have taught me a lot
And now my time is almost done
I'm getting out and going home
To start where I begun
I've done my time, I've served you well
And courage never did lack
So, now Dear Father, as a favor to me
Please, never call me back.
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