(Betty Lynn Buckley sings backup on this track)

Well I learned to fire
At a Texas camp
Where the sgt. shouts
"Squeeze easy
Like your fav'rite girl
Back home.
Ain't y' fond of the feel
Of the trigger steel.
Ever had a piece for fun"
And every night
I thanked the Lord
That the day
Was truly done.

Truly Done -- Oh the cold of you beside me
Truly Done -- And y' treat your rifle like a bride
Truly Done -- He said the first one made y' queesy.

Oh I saw m'man
Where the cross hairs fell
And it really was a beeze
He had no time
To even run
And my head was light
And my grip was firm
And I felt the rifle come
And every night I ask the Lord
What have I truly done

Truly Done -- Oh the cold that grew inside me
Truly Done -- And on his face the hard surprise
Truly Done -- Y' could see that dyin' wasn't easy.

Well I would not march
And I would not shoot
Someone said
Poor Boy, he's crazy
Ship him back t'where he's from
And I lie awake
And I watch the stars
And the silence sounds like guns
And every night I pray t'G-d
That m'war's Truly Done

Truly Done -- Oh the cold of you beside me
Truly Done -- And y' take a rifle for your pride
Truly Done -- But only live men sleep uneasy.