Korean War Veteran Dies, Another Homeless Vet Without Family

2019, George R. Green, 89, of Elwood, died Dec. 5, said Madison County Coroner Danielle Noone.

The Coroner Noone said she has had to make funeral arrangements for Green without his family because none of his relatives have come forward or been located.

“All leads have led nowhere,” Noone said noting that there are two families with the Green last name living in Elwood. Windu News, Herald Bulletin Reporting

Often in such unclaimed veteran cases, local neighborhoods mobilize to arrange or attend funerals.. Here is a song from Willy Nelson’s son honoring homeless Vets (Billy Nelson committed suicide in his 30s on Christmas Day) Bottom Video from Willienelson youtube account.

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Performer: Willie Nelson and Willie Nelson Jr 
Album: Peace in the Valley
Words and music: Mae Axton, Ed Honeycut and Roger Alan Wade
Trancribed: Guitar Picker - www.gospelmusic.org.uk
My Body's Just a Suitcase for My Soul


(D) Blind man playing the blues,
Down on the (G) corner of the street.
(D) Skin like Juarez leather, 
Teeth like old piano (A) keys. (D)

Businessmen walk by him, 
And (G) quickly look away, (D)
They don't know he was a hero, 
(A) back in '68. (D)


They don't know when he was younger, 
He dreamed dreams much like their own.
'Till fighting for their freedom, 
Left him in darkness all alone.
But in the anger of their shadows, 
Where empty anthems ring,
He found the light of truth in this song he sings.


Chorus:

My (G) body's just a suitcase for my (D) soul,
My (A) body's just a suitcase for my (D) soul.
When (G) my last breath is drawn,
I'll (D) unpack and ramble (G) on,
And (D) play my blues down on those streets of (Bm) gold.  (Bm)
My (G) body's just a (A) suitcase for my (D) soul.


Bridge:

His eyes are (Bm) closed, his (F#m) head bends low, 
Then (G) upwards to the sky.
He (Bm) dreams and sings of (F#m) simple things,
That (G) money cannot (A) buy. (D)


I'm glad I stopped to listen, for that blind man made me see,
That life's most precious treasures still lie ahead of me.


My (G) body's just a suitcase for my (D) soul,
My (A) body's just a suitcase for my (D) soul.
When (G) my last breath is drawn,
I'll (D) unpack and ramble (G) on,
And (D) play my blues down on those streets of (Bm) gold.  (Bm)
My (G) body's just a (A) suitcase for my (D) soul.