Hemingway

I drove an ambulance in the war to end all wars

Before that I wrote the news in the Kansas City Star

I was wounded near the front handing soldiers cigarettes

Got a medal but the man beside me got a grave with no address

And he had a wife

I guess that's the life of a man

It's one hell of a life

Once I moved to Paris, met all the biggest names

I cut a scar above my eye tugging on a ceiling chain

Saw matadors in Spain, seem em dying in Madrid

There barely pushing 25 I was still older than these kids