Fighting For Dear Old Uncle Sam really looks bleak in print because it lack's J. D Short's passioned singing which is superbly complemented by driving harmonica and guitar.
I may go down in South Pacific go down in the European land (x2),
But I'm going down swinging boys, I'm going down fighting for dear old Uncle Sam.
So dark was the night now, people cold, cold was the ground (x2),
Me and my buddies in some old foxhole, we had to keep our heads on down.
Well, machine guns and cannon roaring, boys we were afraid to raise our heads (x2)
You know I bet it cost a million dollars, boys now you know we'd all have been dead.
It's the first of the month now, salute the lieutenant and get our pay,
It's the first of the month now, salute the lieutenant boys and get our pay,
There's a little piece of paper laid on the side, sign it and send your wife home a lot of pay.
Some say they'll be so glad when the boys all come back home again,
Some say they' 11 be so glad, boys all come back home again,
You get so many soldiers without their pay, the soldiers ain't gonna be your friend.
Honey the war's all over, ain't nothing but a different shout,
Honey the war's all over, nothing but a different shout,
'Cause the war's all over, they just don't know what it's all about.
