THE WAR LUCERO
I got drafted at nineteen Me and a bunch of boys from home
January forty three
We Drove out to pine bluff and signed on G F C
Went to basic south of Birmingham
They put me on a west coast train G F C
Spent three days out in san diego
Then shipped me back east again
Left a port out of new york
Slept for months in british rain
I tore it up down in London town
Then they shipped me back out again
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And the preacher said boys
He who is killed tonight
Will dine with the lord in parade
Then one boy spoke up
Said preacher come on
Eat your supper with us
Never talk about those first days
Lots of friends left behind
But I made it all the across france
And I fought at the maginot line
Rode a tank into Belgium
I liked them better than the French
Like my daddy thirty years before
I did my time in the trench
Lots of days theres no water
But the liquor kept me warm
The cellers were stocked to the ceilings with booze
So I carried a bottle with my gun
CHORUS
Three times I made seargent
Im not that kind of man
Pretty much as quick as I could
I got busted back to private again
Cause taking orders never suited me
But givin them out was much worse
I could not stand to get my friends killed
So I took care of myself first
Now I know that don’t sound right
Don’t think to bad of me
No it keeps me up nights
What I could’ve done differently
CHORUS
I was not to dine at the table of the lord
His Food was not to be mine
Cause I cursed his name every chance that I could
And I reckon that’s why I’m still alive.
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