Roy Orbison - There wont be many coming home

L^Cisten all you p^Feople T^Fry and underst^Gand Y^Cou may be a s^Foldier W^Foman, child or m^Gan But there w^Con't be many coming h^Fome No, there w^Con't be many coming h^Fome Oh, there w^Con't be many Maybe t^Fen out of tw^Denty But there w^Con't be m^Gany coming h^Come

Now the ^Cold folks will remember On that d^Fark and dismal day How their h^Cearts were choked with pride As their ch^Gildren marched away Now the gl^Cory is all g^Fone Th^Fey are left al^Gone And there w^Con't be many coming h^Fome No, there w^Con't be many coming h^Fome Oh, there w^Con't be many Maybe f^Five out of t^Dwenty But there w^Con't be m^Gany coming h^Come

Look real cl^Cosely at the soldier Coming ^Fat you through the haze He may b^Ce the younger brother Who ran aw^Gay And bef^Core you kill an^Fother L^Fisten to what I s^Gay Oh, there w^Con't be many coming h^Fome Oh, there w^Con't be many coming h^Fome Oh, there w^Con't be many There m^Fay not be ^Dany But there w^Con't be many coming h^Gome If they ^Call came back but one He was st^Fill some mother's s^Don And there w^Con't be m^Gany coming h^Come