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I jumped straight at it when I had the chanceI joined the army and I went to FranceAt Roosevelt's requestTwo weeks of sitting in the mud Made me lie to the man that I could drive a truckFor the Red Ball ExpressAll we do is keep it rolling onTrading bodies for petroleumHeating rations on the manifoldAnd never sleep enough to dream about homeBenzedrined and looking through cat eyesOf a deuce and a half and a days supplyOf jerry cans in backAint no secret how the generals felt"Fuck the men they can eat their beltsBut the tanks they must have gas"All we do is keep it rolling onTrading bodies for petroleumHeating rations on the manifoldAnd never sleep enough to dream about home...The gears are sticking and the pressure's lowI felt the bump that means its time to goAnother twenty milesThirty-six hours and I still ain't sleptI'm hearing voices talk inside my headIn Burma Shaving rhyme...Letras de cancionesAll we do is keep it rolling onTrading bodies for petroleumHeating rations on the manifoldEven now I've never felt that oldBecause fifty years later and you don't forgetBeing eighteen and scared to deathIn a world that's changing fastNow my own son sends his own son offTo fight the next fight to be foughtAnd the Red Ball brings me back... From Letras Mania