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by Gary Jacobson October © 2005 I’m so tired of humping This verdant land with my life protecting A gung-ho naive boy still smiling Called to take a stand Draw freedom’s line in proverbial sand Sent to give a poor country a hand I’m a knight in white satin Knees feeling like gelatin There ain't no cure for the humpalong blues That your whole life devalues. Just an American boy-next-door grunting Thirty klicks hard marching Watching ... Hunting The bullet with your name on it fearing Red hot sands burn my feet Under my helmet cooking, red as a beet Downright tired and gnarly Sweat runnin’ down my neck with things creepy crawly There ain't no cure for the humpalong blues For combat infantrymen just payin' dues! Looking for Charlie Search down a dark ravine valley For a little guy in black pajamas Make poor boy’s call for the love of their mamas March up the mountain Hump down the mountain Swim the rivers Pull out bamboo slivers Pick off leaches Search the hooches Bayonet probe for booby traps Bound to make life itself elapse Camouflage sweat burning the eye Bricky dry Too weary to cry That ain't no lie Walkin’ under a hot Vietnamese sun to dry Just waitin’ for my turn to die Just reconnoiter Don't just itter
Knights in white satin Humping for the man hifalutin’ Just doing his killing chore Wounded of mind and body sore Monsoon wet Hung out Vet Move slow like the walking dead Heart consumed with fearful dread Pack feeling like lead Gotta move fast To save your ass Legs cramping Back burning Stomach churning Too tired to fight Find Charlie we just might Might be dead before this night Search all the coulees Look in all the trees Pray for a breeze Just slogging one foot after the other Following a brother Able to think no further Than one foot at a time In syncopated rhyme Knights in white satin Hard-luck soul’s a rustin’ So thirsty Lips chapped and crusty Drank my last water hours ago Patrolling to find the foe Life ebbing by degrees For Uncle Sam’s obligees Government pledgees Sad sack enlistees In this combat infantry groove Always on the move Always on the edge For sanity you dredge Lest push comes to shove Dreaming of a courtly love Can’t stop Won’t stop I want to stop But they won’t let me stop Knights in white satin Whether bad guy’r good Samaritan Sure ain’t no puritan Pound that ground Look carefully all around Life ... and death, ripe in every sound If you want to stay around Look for those must-sees Look up for snipers in the trees Look down on the ground for abnormalities See the loose dirt Shoved cold chills up your spine alert A reality insert Did that bush move Bring M-16s online to prove False alarm Disarm Adrenaline dump That heart in your throat lump Grunt on Push on Force a joke in good cheer Falling flat in quiet still fear Dream of a girl dear Will you make it through this year Or bring her a tear Blistered weary Eyes watering bleary Dry eyed then teary Knights in white satin Just gettin’ a suntan Humping this land Swords wielding in my country’s name Whether for infamy For shame Or a righteous heroes fame Swords swung for citizenry of the world To thwart spilling innocent blood unfurled In sacred promise This major premise Where moralities compromise I surmise These knights in white satin All-American titan. Just tryin’ to survive This blood-letting alive Make it back to the land of the giant PX Gonna watch my six 'Cause ain't no cure for the humpalong blues You're not careful with your virtues It'll rob you of your values 
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