Sappers lead the way
Well, listen to my story,
a story I will tell,
of an airborne sapper, who would go through hell,
Chorus: Airbo-o-o-r-r-r-n-e Sap-p-e-e-e-r-r-s lead the
way. (note: platoon calls out “Shoot the son of a, mShoot the son of a,
Shoot the son of a whooooo! while caller gives drawn out calls)
His home was FT. Leonard Wood,
the land that God forgot,
the mud was 18inches deep,
and the sun was blazing hot.
Chorus:
He was at Sapper school,
having some fun,
then came the morning of 911
Chorus:
Hey Mr. President,
i know you have a plan,
send a young sapper,
into Afghanistan,
Chorus:
Found the taliban
sittin’ on a hill,
lifted my M16,
my first shot, my fisrt kill!