Lowdown Wartime Blues

Thinking about the war has got me down.

Thinking about the war has got me down.

Thinking about the war has got me down,

Thinking ‘bout how long I’ll be around.

Nobody got a right to destroy you.

Nobody got a right to destroy you.

Nobody got a right to destroy you,

And I gots the lowdown wartime blues.

Hey, come kill the cuss the corps of war call.

Hey, come kill the cuss the corps of war call.

Hey, come kill the cuss the corps of war call.

Enjoy watching sunsets of bombs fall.

You can read of the killing in the news.

You can hear of the killing on the news.

You can see all the killing on the news,

Get to feel the lowdown wartime blues.

Pack up your guts with an old mess kit tin.

Pack up your guts with an old mess kit tin.

Pack up your guts with an old mess kit tin,

Pull on your cap, go gets some licks in.

They say that is the way that you should seek.

They say that is the way that you should seek.

They say that is the way that you should seek

To prove your true blue patriotic.

But killing ain’t never ended poverty.

No killing ain’t never ended misery.

Yes, killing ain’t never ended poetry

And killing didn’t end at Calvary.

Goin’ to let the bomb crucify us too.

Goin’ to let the bomb crucify us too.

Goin’ to let the bomb crucify us too.

Save me from the lowdown wartime blues.

Illustration: Vietnam Protest Photo, source unknown