Harry S. Truman lyrics

The 33rd President of the United States

A captain of artillery in France

In the mires, the muck of World War I

Selfless, stern, determined so

The consequences of conflict

Mold the mind of a humorous man

'Tween the death of President Roosevelt

The Manhattan Project and all our fate

They thought he was beat "Dewey Beats Truman"

But you can't keep a good man down

Knowing all that he had charge of

His general - "Bess was the boss"

In the last year of World War II

The decision to drop a-bombs

The cost of a man's guilt haunts

A scale of humanity lost to them gained

Surely the setting sun found a lone man

Staring a thousand-yard stare

A man tires of war and tragedy

Seeing clearly things politics cannot

Generals looking for conflict left

Mercy manifest in the Berlin Airlift

On his desk, a sign "The Buck Stops Here"

Truly he lived up to its presence

History does few men the honour earned

No one could walk away from that office

With a sense of something wasn't just done

Or the responsibility of fate for many

A captain of artillery - the thick of battle

Decided the fate of the world back then