Little Boy Soldier Wanda Jackson

The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold, cold rain
And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me
In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad

The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy
He can't understand why Mommy stands there weeping
Why, this should be the grandest time he and Mommy ever had
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad

The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise
Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes
With a bewildered look, he wonders why his mommy looks so sad
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier runs to meet his dad