Merle Travis Re-enlistment Blues
My hitch was up Monday I ain't a dog soldier no more
I ain't a soldier no more.
They gave me all that money, so
much my pockets are sore,
My pockets are sore.
More dough than I can use,
Re-enlistment Blues.
Took my dough to town Tuesday, found me a big feather
bed,
Found a big double bed,
I will find a job tomorrow, tonight I'll sleep like I'm
dead,
Gonna sleep like I'm dead
And get up when I choose,
Re-enlistment Blues.
Well I hit the bars Wednesday, made me some friends of
my own,
Lot a friends of my own.
Found a pretty baby, She wouldn't leave me alone,
Wouldn't leave me alone.
She kept my buyin' booze,
Re-enlistment Blues.
break
Went back around Thursday, asked for a free glass of
beer
I said gimme one little beer.
But that gal forgot to know me, she just said no credit
here.
No credit here.
oohh did I give her a bruise,
Re-enlistment Blues.
That jail was cold Saturday, just like the people in
town,
All the people in town.
They ain't got time to know you, just time to pull you
way down,
They'll pull you way down.
Just one thing left to choose.
Short timers let me tell you, don't get thrown in the
can,
Don't get thrown in the can.
You might as well be dead, or be a 30-year man,
Be a 30-year man.
They always seem to loose,
Re-enlistment Blues
Recruitment crews give me the blues,
Re-enlisment Blues.
