(Oh the last foxhole oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole

He lived by my side on an Island in the sea a place called Okeinawa and just like me

He was fighting in the army against Japan

Our home was a foxhole made of clay blood and sand

(Oh the last foxhole oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole

Soon the war was over we went our seperate ways

He went home to Brooklyn but in the army I chose to stay

Now he often wrote me the letters and told me about his fears

That when his son became a man would he had to live

(In an old last foxhole in an old last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole

Then came Korea and they sent my company and that same Brooklyn boy

Right back with me

But I left him there in the grave deep and cold

They just covered him up in his last foxhole

(Oh the last foxhole oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole

Well the years went by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam

And there's a boy from Brooklyn behind a gun

They couldn't send his daddy so they sent his son

(The last foxhole the last foxhole) oh Lord let it the the last foxhole