I am 1-A now, I'm not 2-S now, I've got to go now, I've got to go
Uncle Sam called me, he told me to go, send me to combat, why, we all know
I see the world leaving me so far behind, I see my past life and my maker, I'll find
Hearing the batting of the drum around me, oh how I wish I was home, home with my baby
Oh the good loving she would give to me all the time, I had to leave her far behind
Head in my helmet, prayer on my lips, pain in my back, from where the shell hit
I see the world leaving me so far behind, I see my past life and my maker, I'll find
All I can see here, all I can hear, all kinds of terror, oh God can hear
I see the heavens open up before my eyes, why can't the good one hear the cries
Of war, destruction and death