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Airborne Ranger (In Combat) II

Created by: Tom Livingston

My home is Ft. Benning,
The land that time forgo-ot.
The mud is 18 inches deep,
The sun is blazing ho-ot.
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)
Sitting on a hilltop,
Eatin beans & fra-anks.
When all of a sudden,
The bullets start to cra-ank.
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)
Sitting in my foxhole,
My boots are caked with mu-ud.
Look over at my buddy,
His face is caked with blood.
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)
You go to get yer Captain,
You find him in his be-ed.
But when you roll him over,
You find that he's dead.
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)
You go to get yer Sgt,
You find him in his be-ed.
And when you roll him over,
He slaps you in the head
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)
You hear the choppers coming,
They're hoverin overhead.
They've come to get the wounded,
They've come to get the dead.
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)
You see the flag awaivin,
It's waiving overhead.
It's waiving for the wounded,
It's waiving for the dead.
(Air,bor,or,or,orn Rang er,er,er-er-er)

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