The Soldier
Up in the morning before the rising sun
Out on the road getting ready to run
I ate my breakfast to soon
Hungry as hell before noon
Iwent to the mess seargeant on my knees
I said seargeant seargeant wont you feed me please
The mess seargeant said with a mean old grin
If you want to be airborne youve got to be thin
C130 rolling down the strip
Airborne mama on a oneway trip
Stand up hook up shuffle to the door
Jump right out on the count of four
If my main dont open wide
Ive got another one by my side
And if that one should fail the test
Burry me in the leaning rest
Copyright © Tom Ladue | Year Posted 2011
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