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He was born in the summer of, nineteen hundred and
twenty four
Raised up west of the river on, thirty eight acres
of cotton and corn
The first child of a farmer and his bride was gonna
break their heart someday
And Ervin Jones was his name
His daddy and his daddy before him, ate by the sweat
of their brow
Ervin and his brother Curtis were taught how to
hitch a mule to plow
Workin the fields in the summer sun in the winter
they were choppin’ wood
Ervin learned right from wrong, and bad from good
Wasn’t often when them two brothers, weren’t
together side by side
Helpin’ their daddy, and huntin the hollow it was a
picture of American pride
The years went by and before too long a world war
was to blame
The brothers said goodbye, when Ervin’s orders came
On the 16 of April, nineteen hundred and forty five
The mighty 77th Army landed on Le Shima isle
They fought like banshees in a battle they call
“Typhoon of Steel”
When Ervin set foot on that beach his fate was
sealed
Back home the next day his Daddy was, listenin’ to
the radio’s noise
He heard about the battle that was gonna bury 200
American boys
He called his family into the kitchen and with tears
in his eyes
He said I don’t think he did, but I hope Ervin
survived
Now that very date is written on the tombstone of
Ervin Jones
Where he’s laid to rest just a mile up the road from
his childhood home
From the lowlands to the highlands across every
stick and stone
Came heroes who gave and lost their lives, heroes
like Ervin O.Jones
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