Ecm By Trade

I was here, I worked, and I played, ECM was my trade. In the flight of specialists I spent my time, Five years in this place is what gives me this rhyme. Have been deployed, have been TDY, Now is my time to say good bye. My fondness of the souls that I leave behind, The good times and the bad come to mind. I wish the best to one and all, Even to Tucker since he’s so short and small. Yes, I hope the grandest for whatever may come about, And might even miss Buzz turning loose a scream or a shout. As I go I just want to say, To the good Lord above I pray, For every one of you each and every day. Have fun and work hard as I know you all will, Just remember you’ve got a friend in Arkansas up on the hill.