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Subject: Re-enlistment Blues Merle Travis
Re-enlistment Blues
Merle Travis
submitted by Doug Boyea [email protected]
My hitch was up [Eb} Monday, [Ab] I ain't a dog soldier no [Eb] more
I ain't a soldier no [Eb7] more.
[Eb} They gave me all that money, so [Ab] much my pockets are [Eb]sore,
My pockets are [Eb7]sore.
More [Bb] dough than I can use,
[Eb]Re-enlistment [Eb] 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.
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