My hitch was up Monday I ain't a dog soldier no more
I ain't a soldier no more.
They gave me all that money, so
much my pockets are sore,
My pockets are sore.
More dough than I can use,
Took my dough to town Tuesday, found me a big feather
Found a big double bed,
I will find a job tomorrow, tonight I'll sleep like I'm
Gonna sleep like I'm dead
And get up when I choose,
Well I hit the bars Wednesday, made me some friends of
Lot a friends of my own.
Found a pretty baby, She wouldn't leave me alone,
Wouldn't leave me alone.
She kept my buyin' booze,
Went back around Thursday, asked for a free glass of
I said gimme one little beer.
But that gal forgot to know me, she just said no credit
No credit here.
oohh did I give her a bruise,
That jail was cold Saturday, just like the people in
All the people in town.
They ain't got time to know you, just time to pull you
They'll pull you way down.
Just one thing left to choose.
Short timers let me tell you, don't get thrown in the
Don't get thrown in the can.
You might as well be dead, or be a 30-year man,
Be a 30-year man.
They always seem to loose,
Recruitment crews give me the blues,
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