THE WAR LUCERO I got drafted at nineteen Me and a bunch of boys from home January forty three We Drove out to pine bluff and signed on G F C Went to basic south of Birmingham They put me on a west coast train G F C Spent three days out in san diego Then shipped me back east again Left a port out of new york Slept for months in british rain I tore it up down in London town Then they shipped me back out again Chorus: And the preacher said boys He who is killed tonight Will dine with the lord in parade Then one boy spoke up Said preacher come on Eat your supper with us Never talk about those first days Lots of friends left behind But I made it all the across france And I fought at the maginot line Rode a tank into Belgium I liked them better than the French Like my daddy thirty years before I did my time in the trench Lots of days theres no water But the liquor kept me warm The cellers were stocked to the ceilings with booze So I carried a bottle with my gun CHORUS Three times I made seargent Im not that kind of man Pretty much as quick as I could I got busted back to private again Cause taking orders never suited me But givin them out was much worse I could not stand to get my friends killed So I took care of myself first Now I know that don’t sound right Don’t think to bad of me No it keeps me up nights What I could’ve done differently CHORUS I was not to dine at the table of the lord His Food was not to be mine Cause I cursed his name every chance that I could And I reckon that’s why I’m still alive. Finish out pick'n progression