Turned into a woman just like that
Who's that knocking at my door,
what have you come here for?
What would you pledge if I'd be your wife?
A hardship post and a randall knife?
Oh dear, what can the matter be
with the life in the regular infantry?
And why have you sequestered me
In the back of beyond and
Ongoing hardship and lonely pain
Thirty days leaving back how it been
And this little gentleman is your son
But what did you get from
Forty -five pistol with a stovepipe jam
How did you save your worthless life?
Sweet disposition at a random night
Wives in the kitchen like we don't care
Army brats sitting up on the stair
We know how the story ends
Don't want nothing in the world
But the Ranger tab in the CIB
Little boy gives us the mystery
Of the man drinking absinthe friends
Oh, where in the world did
Don't send out an officer
A folded flag and a brand new life
Armored bread, most grote to a man
Little piece of paper in his hand
He says, Mother, look at this
If you sign this waiver, I can enlist
But why would you abandon me
For the range of death and the CIB?
Oh Lord, the mournful history
Of a mother boy gone in the army
A life of skimping, a fear of harm
Twelve thousand dollars to buy the farm
Ninety days to get off the base 2
what in the world can the matter be?
another woman, praised to be,
who gave her man to thee only?