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Backstory:

Just made it up!  Need to keep writing something!                                                                                                                                   

Lyrics:

                                                  
(Verse)
There’s a house at the end of the street
Used to go there when I was a kid
The old woman living there was so sweet
And I loved all the things she did

She made cookies and served me milk
Talked about when she was young
Was always dressed in satin and silk
The kind of clothes where she came from

(Chorus)
She told me ‘bout her husband
How he went off to a war
About the letters that he sent
And what he was fighting for
How much he loved this country
Cared for all its good and bad
How he came here to be free 
When he was just a little lad

(Verse)
With him gone she lived her life alone
Oh, she was faithful ‘til her end
Stayed by herself in that big home	
Said she was glad I was her friend

Then when I went off to college
She baked a nice, big cake
She was so sad that I had to leave
Said be careful for goodness sake. Then…

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge)
She died before I came home
But sent me letters before she did
And once in a while we talked on the phone
But she always would forget. And…

(Repeat Chorus)

(End)
Yeah, she told me ‘bout her husband