Tales of Yore

Across the deep blue ocean
Germany is the spot
Here we're all doomed to spend our lives
In the land that God forgot

Down in the fog and rain
Down where a man gets blue
Here in this barren wasteland
Six thousand miles from you

We sweat, we freeze, we shiver
It's more than a man can stand
We're not supposed to be convicts
Just defenders of our land

We're soldiers of the Army
Earning our monthly pay
Guarding people with millions
For a mere 7 bucks a day

Living with our memories
Waiting to see our gals
Hoping that while we're gone
They haven't married our pals

Nobody thinks about us
Nobody gives a damn
But we are not forgotten
We belong to Uncle Sam

Two years I'll have spent in the Army
And all the good times I'll have missed
So boys, don't let them draft you
And for God's sake don't enlist

When we get to the pearly gates
We'll hear St. Peter yell
"Fall in you guys from 14th Finance
You've spend your time in Hell"