Paroles Soldier on the Bum de David Rovics

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He grew up right in this neighborhoodHe was on his way to going farHe could throw a ball like no oneHe was gonna be a football starAnd when he had a chance to travelAnd go to a far-off shoreHe packed his bags and wentAway to fight the warAnd you can see him in the alley With a bottle in his handReady at attention For an officer's commandHe's waiting for a discharge But it never seems to comeUsed to be a soldier, Now he's a soldier on the bumHe was proud to be a Navy SealTo be part of the teamFollowing the dictatesOf this American dreamHe threw boys out of airplanesTo combat the commie threatNow he spends each dayJust trying to forgetAnd you can see him in the alley With a bottle in his handReady at attention For an officer's commandHe's waiting for a discharge But it never seems to comeUsed to be a soldier, Now he's a soldier on the bumAnd some days when the vodkaCan't keep the visions from his thoughtsOf the horror he has seenAnd the terror he has wroughtHe limps up and down the sidewalkYells out all the has to sayBut the empty storefronts do not listenAnd all the people turn awayAnd you can see him in the alley With a bottle in his handReady at attention For an officer's commandHe's waiting for a discharge But it never seems to comeUsed to be a soldier, Now he's a soldier on the bum

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