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THE ARMY They say when you're enlisted promotions are mighty fine Well I'm a lowly private, I've been in over nine Chorus: Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH! The uniforms they give us, they say are sure to fit We walked along the highway; we look like a sack of grit Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH! The shelter that they give us to keep us from the wet A friend of mine lay down in one, they haven't found him yet Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH! The officers they send us, they stand up to the worst You find them every weekend carousing with a nurse Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH! They say if you're in the Marine Corps, that you're the very best Well they can take the fighting and I'll go take a rest Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH! |
