Additional Music Program Videos

The coffee that they give you,

they say is mighty fine,

It’s good for cuts and bruises

and tastes like iodine.

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O, I don’t want no more of Army life,

Gee, but I want to go home.

The biscuits that they give you,

they say are mighty fine;

One rolled off a table,

and it killed a pal of mine.

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The chickens that they give you,

they say are mighty fine;

One rolled off a table,

and it started marking time.

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The details that they give us,

they say are mighty fine,

The garbage that we pick up,

they feed us all the time.

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The clothes that they give you,

they say are mighty fine,

But me and my buddy

can both fit into mine.

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The girls in the PX,

they say are mighty fine,

But most are over ninety

and the rest are under nine,

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They treat us all like monkeys

and make us stand in line;

They give you fifty dollars,

and take back forty-nine.

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:

His truth is marching on.

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Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps,

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:

His day is marching on.

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In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,

While God is marching on.

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