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Over There – George M. Cohan – 1917 


Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run,
On the run, on the run.
Hear them calling, you and me,
Every son of liberty.
Hurry right away,
No delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad
To have had such a lad.
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line.

Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there -
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming
Everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over
Over there.

Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun
Who's a son of a gun.
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
Pack your little kit,
Show your grit, do your bit.
Yankee to the ranks,
From the towns and the tanks.
Make your mother proud of you,
And the old Red, White and Blue.

Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there -
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming
Everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over
Over there. 



The Battle of New Orleans – Jimmy Driftwood – 1936 


In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We looked down the river and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could take'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave'em...well

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs'n powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off,the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico


The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B – The Andrews Sisters – 1941 


He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He
had a boogie style that no one else could play He
was the top man at his craft But
then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's
in the army now a-blowin', reveille He's
the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B They
made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It
really brought him down because he couldn't jam The
captain seemed to understand Because
the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band And
now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's
the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot

a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot, He
blows it eight-to-the-bar in, boogie rhythm He
can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'I'm 

He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's
the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He

was some boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B And
when he plays the boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a "bzzz" bee And
when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar He's
the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot

toot toot-diddelyada Toot-diddelyada, toot-toot, He
blows it eight-to-the-bar He
can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'I'm Ha-ha-hand
the company jumps when he plays reveille He's
the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B (Instrumental)

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night And
wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright They
clap their hands and stamp their feet Because
they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat He
really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's
boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's
the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B 













I'm a Cranky Old Yank in a Clanky Old Tank – Bing Crosby – 1942 


I'm a cranky old yank in a clanky old tank

I'm headin' for a hullaballoo

I'll be ridin' my tank through a Tokyo bank

Sure as I'm an Army buckaroo


And when I set my khaki down in old Nagasaki

I'll be singin' like a wacky Jackaroo

And you can bet by cracky every Sukiyaki lacky

will be lookin' mighty tacky when I do


I'm a cranky old yank in a clanky old tank

I'm headin' for a hullaballoo

I'll be ridin' my swank little hanky panky tank 

through the streets of Yokohoma with a Honolulu mama

singin' those beat-o, flat on my seat-o, Hirohito blues!



This is the Army Mr. Jones – Irving Berlin – 1943 


A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe
They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law
They stood there at attention, their faces turning red
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said
This is the Army, Mister Jones!
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there any more
This is the Army, Mister Green!
We like the barracks nice and clean
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out any more
Do what the buglers command
They're in the Army and not in a band
This is the Army, Mister Brown!
You and your baby went to town
She had you worried but this is war
And she won't worry you anymore 















The Ballad of Davy Crockett – Fess Parker – 1955 


Born on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free.
Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree,
Killed him a bear when he was only three.
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier.

He fought single handed through the Injun war,
Till the Creeks was whipped and peace was restored.
And while he was handling this risky chore,
Made himself a legend, forevermore.
Davy, Davy Crockett the man who don't know fear.

When he lost his love, and his grief was gall,
In his heart he wanted to leave it all,
And lose himself in the forest tall,
But he answered instead, his country's call.
Davy, Davy Crockett, the choice of the whole frontier

He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin' up the government and laws as well.
Took over Washington, so we hear tell,
And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell.
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear. (Serving his country well)

When he come home, his politickin' done,
The western march had just begun.
So he packed his gear, and his trusty gun
And lit out a grinnin' to follow the sun.
Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin the Pioneers.

His land is biggest, and his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all in meeting the test
Followin' his legend right into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Wide Frontier
King of the Wild Frontier.













Sink the Bismarck – Johnny Horton – 1960 


In May of 1941, the war had just begun.
The Germans had the biggest ship that had the biggest guns.
The Bismarck was the fastest ship that ever sailed the sea.
On her decks were guns as big as steers and shells as big as trees.

Out of the cold and foggy night came the British ship, the Hood.
And every British seaman, he knew and understood
They had to sink the Bismarck, the terror of the sea,
Stop those guns as big as steers and those shells as big as trees

We'll find that German battleship that's making such a fuss.
We gotta sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us.
We hit the decks a-running, boys, and spin those guns around.
When we find the Bismarck, we gotta cut her down.

The Hood found the Bismarck and, on that fatal day,
The Bismarck started firing fifteen miles away.
"We gotta sink the Bismarck," was the battle sound,
But when the smoke had cleared away, the mighty Hood went down.

For six long days and weary nights, they tried to find her trail.
Churchill told the people, "Put every ship a-sail.
'Cause somewhere on that ocean I know she's gotta be.
We gotta sink the Bismarck to the bottom of the sea."

We'll find that German battleship that's making such a fuss.
We gotta sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us.
We hit the decks a-running, boys, and spin those guns around.
When we find the Bismarck, we gotta cut her down.

The fog was gone the seventh day and they saw the morning sun.
Ten hours away from homeland, the Bismarck made its run.
The admiral of the British fleet said, "Turn those bows around.
We found that German battleship and we're gonna cut her down."

The British guns were aimed and the shells were coming fast.
The first shell hit the Bismarck. They knew she couldn't last.
That mighty German battleship is just a memory.
"Sink the Bismarck," was the battle cry that shook the seven seas.

We found that German battleship for making such a fuss.
We had to sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us.
We hit the deck a-running and we spun those guns around.
We found that mighty Bismarck and then we cut her down.

We found that German battleship for making such a fuss.
We had to sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us.
We hit the deck a-running and we spun those guns around.
We found that mighty Bismarck and then we cut her down. 



We Gotta Get Out of This Place – The Animals, 1965


In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refuse to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in trying
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due
I know
Watch my daddy in bed and tired
Watch his hair been turning gray
He's been working and slaving his life away
Oh yes, I know it
He's been working so hard
I've been working too babe
Every night and day
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'Cause girl, there's a better life
For me and you
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You'll be dead before your time is due
I know it
Watch my daddy in bed and tired
Watch his hair been turning gray
He's been working and slaving his life away
I know
He's been working so hard
I've been working too babe
Every day baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life
For me and you
Somewhere baby
Somehow I know it baby
We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too 






Eve of Destruction  - Barry McGuire, 1965


The eastern world it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war but whats that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Yeah my blood's so mad feels like coagulating
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it's the same old place
The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace

And tell me
Over and over and over and over again my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
Mmm, no, no, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction 



The Ballad of the Green Berets – Staff Sgt. Barry Sadler – 1966 


Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret 

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret 

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets 

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret 

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request 

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret. 

























The Letter – The Box Tops – 1967 


Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
'Cause my baby just wrote me a letterI don't care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
'Cause my baby just wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen, mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once more?

Anyway, yeah gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
'Cause my baby just wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen, mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once more?

Anyway, yeah gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
'Cause my baby just wrote me a letter
Because my baby just wrote me a letter























War - Edwin Starr – 1969 


War, huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, oh hoh, oh
War huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it again y'all
War, huh good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to meOh, war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives

I said
War, huh good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, just say it again
War whoa Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
War, friend only to the undertaker

Oh war, is an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest within the younger generation
Induction, then destruction who wants to die

War, good God, y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it, say it, say it
War, uh huh, yeah, huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
War, it's got one friend that's the undertaker

Oh, war has shattered many young man's dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much to short and precious to spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life it can only take it away, ooh

War, huh, good God y'all / What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it again / War, whoa, Lord
What is it good for? / Absolutely nothing, listen to me
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker / War, friend only to the undertaker

Peace love and understanding tell me / Is there no place for them today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom / But Lord knows there's got to be a better way

War, huh, good God y'all / What is it good for?
You tell 'em, say it, say it, say it, say it / War, good Lord, huh
What is it good for? / Stand up and shout it, nothing / War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreakerFortunate Son – Creedence Clearwater Revival – 1968 


Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no Senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the tax men come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, oh

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, no, no




















Travelin' Soldier – The Dixie Chicks – 2002 


Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile

[Chorus]

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

[Chorus x2] 





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