Sung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 16, 1960 Reel 378 Item 7
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler and James Leonard
For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
I'm in the Army
Oh, I've done left the farm Where they kept me from harm By working me twent hours a day,
So I packed my grip,
Gave the old folks the slip,
And now, sir, I'm in the U.S.A.
I'm in the Army, the grand old Army,
My little sweetheart, now don't you cry,
For Uncle wants me! the flag just haunts me, So I must bid you a fond goodby.
Some folks think it's a sin For a soldier to grim;
A smile, sir, is better than a tear,
So I'll travel along with a rollicking song And fight, sir, or die, sir, with a tear.
Got a letter today from the folks far away That made me as sad as I could he For the old brindle cowI'm in the Army continued
And the favorite sow
Has died, sir, from grieving over me.
Mother's milking the cow!
Sister's learning to plow;
Maude Muller is raking up the hay; Auntie's wearing my pants,
But you'll see at a glance That she isn't built that a-way.
When I come from the war With my medals galore,
To hang on my long and manly chest,
For captain I'll be in the old Infantry, And I'll marry the irl that I love best.
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