Nancy and the Soldier
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My granddad was a soldier, from Wisconsin he came
They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
When my imagination looks upon it, it's like Storyville
I see him holding to his rifle and sparks light up his eyes
He's wishing he was dancing with Nancy under Irish skies
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year
Gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
Can you see them on the shipyards?
By the old First and Last?
He had just stepped off the boat
She was taking a photographs
And when that focus found him
Camera slipped right from her hand
And St Peter he was smiling by the old bandstand
And when Nancy looked up, the soldier was there
And she thought maybe there are angels rolling dice somewhere?
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
He said, "I've spent my whole damn life
Tryin to be somewhere else
But now somewhere else
Is just the last place that I'd wanna be
Will you dance with me Nancy, here on Charlotte Street?"
He was dancing with Nancy
When he closed his eyes in Normandy
That Christmas before he left
They were waiting for the snow
Nancy leaned in close to Vernon
"Hey Vernon, please don't go"
"Cause you haven't even left yet
And my heart is going wild
We could have a skip full of memories
And a handsome child"
The soldier got down on his knee on that cold Christmas night
He said that "with a ring on your finger I'd have a reason to fight"
"That alright?"
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year
Gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
My granddad was a soldier from Wisconsin he came
They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
When my imagination thinks upon it, it's like Storyville
I see him holding to his rifle, and sparks light up his eyes
Maybe he's dancing with Nancy up in paradise
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
When my imagination looks upon it, it's like Storyville
I see him holding to his rifle and sparks light up his eyes
He's wishing he was dancing with Nancy under Irish skies
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year
Gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
Can you see them on the shipyards?
By the old First and Last?
He had just stepped off the boat
She was taking a photographs
And when that focus found him
Camera slipped right from her hand
And St Peter he was smiling by the old bandstand
And when Nancy looked up, the soldier was there
And she thought maybe there are angels rolling dice somewhere?
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
He said, "I've spent my whole damn life
Tryin to be somewhere else
But now somewhere else
Is just the last place that I'd wanna be
Will you dance with me Nancy, here on Charlotte Street?"
He was dancing with Nancy
When he closed his eyes in Normandy
That Christmas before he left
They were waiting for the snow
Nancy leaned in close to Vernon
"Hey Vernon, please don't go"
"Cause you haven't even left yet
And my heart is going wild
We could have a skip full of memories
And a handsome child"
The soldier got down on his knee on that cold Christmas night
He said that "with a ring on your finger I'd have a reason to fight"
"That alright?"
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year
Gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
My granddad was a soldier from Wisconsin he came
They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
When my imagination thinks upon it, it's like Storyville
I see him holding to his rifle, and sparks light up his eyes
Maybe he's dancing with Nancy up in paradise
Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
The story of Nancy and the American soldier
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.89] My granddad was a soldier, from Wisconsin he came
[00:06.70] They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
[00:12.89] I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
[00:18.17] When my imagination looks upon it, it's like Storyville
[00:25.87] I see him holding to his rifle and sparks light up his eyes
[00:35.23] He's wishing he was dancing with Nancy under Irish skies
[00:46.74] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[00:52.24] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[00:57.42] And as my present this year
[00:59.98] Gather round and you'll hear
[01:02.38] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[01:16.71] Can you see them on the shipyards?
[01:19.55] By the old First and Last?
[01:22.10] He had just stepped off the boat
[01:24.48] She was taking a photographs
[01:28.67] And when that focus found him
[01:31.27] Camera slipped right from her hand
[01:34.07] And St Peter he was smiling by the old bandstand
[01:41.73] And when Nancy looked up, the soldier was there
[01:51.00] And she thought maybe there are angels rolling dice somewhere?
[02:02.33] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[02:07.80] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[02:12.73] And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
[02:18.13] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[02:33.24] He said, "I've spent my whole damn life
[02:38.74] Tryin to be somewhere else
[02:44.51] But now somewhere else
[02:48.07] Is just the last place that I'd wanna be
[02:54.78] Will you dance with me Nancy, here on Charlotte Street?"
[03:05.07] He was dancing with Nancy
[03:09.09] When he closed his eyes in Normandy
[03:29.88] That Christmas before he left
[03:32.66] They were waiting for the snow
[03:35.39] Nancy leaned in close to Vernon
[03:37.74] "Hey Vernon, please don't go"
[03:42.03] "Cause you haven't even left yet
[03:44.42] And my heart is going wild
[03:46.69] We could have a skip full of memories
[03:49.67] And a handsome child"
[03:55.04] The soldier got down on his knee on that cold Christmas night
[04:04.06] He said that "with a ring on your finger I'd have a reason to fight"
[04:12.66] "That alright?"
[04:15.34] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[04:20.61] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[04:26.07] And as my present this year
[04:28.62] Gather round and you'll hear
[04:30.68] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[04:38.84] My granddad was a soldier from Wisconsin he came
[04:44.48] They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
[04:50.91] I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
[04:56.05] When my imagination thinks upon it, it's like Storyville
[05:03.82] I see him holding to his rifle, and sparks light up his eyes
[05:13.21] Maybe he's dancing with Nancy up in paradise
[05:24.36] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[05:30.26] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[05:34.95] And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
[05:40.52] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[05:46.47]
[00:06.70] They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
[00:12.89] I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
[00:18.17] When my imagination looks upon it, it's like Storyville
[00:25.87] I see him holding to his rifle and sparks light up his eyes
[00:35.23] He's wishing he was dancing with Nancy under Irish skies
[00:46.74] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[00:52.24] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[00:57.42] And as my present this year
[00:59.98] Gather round and you'll hear
[01:02.38] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[01:16.71] Can you see them on the shipyards?
[01:19.55] By the old First and Last?
[01:22.10] He had just stepped off the boat
[01:24.48] She was taking a photographs
[01:28.67] And when that focus found him
[01:31.27] Camera slipped right from her hand
[01:34.07] And St Peter he was smiling by the old bandstand
[01:41.73] And when Nancy looked up, the soldier was there
[01:51.00] And she thought maybe there are angels rolling dice somewhere?
[02:02.33] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[02:07.80] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[02:12.73] And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
[02:18.13] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[02:33.24] He said, "I've spent my whole damn life
[02:38.74] Tryin to be somewhere else
[02:44.51] But now somewhere else
[02:48.07] Is just the last place that I'd wanna be
[02:54.78] Will you dance with me Nancy, here on Charlotte Street?"
[03:05.07] He was dancing with Nancy
[03:09.09] When he closed his eyes in Normandy
[03:29.88] That Christmas before he left
[03:32.66] They were waiting for the snow
[03:35.39] Nancy leaned in close to Vernon
[03:37.74] "Hey Vernon, please don't go"
[03:42.03] "Cause you haven't even left yet
[03:44.42] And my heart is going wild
[03:46.69] We could have a skip full of memories
[03:49.67] And a handsome child"
[03:55.04] The soldier got down on his knee on that cold Christmas night
[04:04.06] He said that "with a ring on your finger I'd have a reason to fight"
[04:12.66] "That alright?"
[04:15.34] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[04:20.61] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[04:26.07] And as my present this year
[04:28.62] Gather round and you'll hear
[04:30.68] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[04:38.84] My granddad was a soldier from Wisconsin he came
[04:44.48] They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name
[04:50.91] I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will
[04:56.05] When my imagination thinks upon it, it's like Storyville
[05:03.82] I see him holding to his rifle, and sparks light up his eyes
[05:13.21] Maybe he's dancing with Nancy up in paradise
[05:24.36] Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph
[05:30.26] Of the Christmas that he got to hold her
[05:34.95] And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear
[05:40.52] The story of Nancy and the American soldier
[05:46.47]