Lyrics

I knew when I enlisted, military life existed For they break ya down, destroy you by degrees But than any kind of living would be just as unforgiving For the outside, like the inside, ain't no breeze And though you give up your ambition You do so on one condition That some other bastard has to make the plan Oh, it's the same old G.I story You don't sell your soul for glory But for freedom to leave thinking to the man I wanted out from being poorer than poor From Kentucky where I knew I couldn't win I wanted out And the only light I saw was the army and I knew I wanted in Thirty year man Thirty year man Thirty year man We're told the war is coming, the bombs will soon be humming This paradise will soon be up the creek So get your shit together, hurry But I say there ain't no worry I got thirty years, so what's another week? Oh, this is white trash, I'll be waiting Be no problem contemplating Different people marching to the same old drum Jews, Italians, Hispanics, Polaks, Negro's, no one panics I got thirty years, I'll take them as they come One thing I want (one thing I want) And shall see me alright There's a shack up waiting on the edge of town I want her now (I want her now) But I'll settle for tonight, golden body and the soft is going down Thirty year man Thirty year man Thirty year man So the army's my family, it feeds me Keeps me well And the life outside was sure a living hell So give me my order, sergeant, just don't give me a plan You've got your volunteer, Robert E. Lee Prewitt I'm your man Thirty year man, thirty year man Thirty year man, thirty year man There's no one out there that I miss No one cares if I exist Best thing I did was enlist for thirty years
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Stuart James Brayson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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