I got drafted at 19
Me and a bunch of boys from home
January '43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic south of Birmingham
Put me on west coast bound train
Spent three days out in San Diego
And they shipped me back east again
Left a port out of New York
Slept for months in british rain
Tore it up down in London town
And they shipped me back out again
The preacher said “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
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 way across France
And I fought at the Maginot line
Road a tank into Belgium
Like them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years before
I did my time in a trench
Lots of days there's no water
But the liquor kept me warm
The cellars were stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I carried a bottle with my gun
The preacher said “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
One boy spoke up, said “Preacher come on, eat your supper with us!”
Three times I made sergeant
I'm not that kind of man
And pretty much just as quick as I could
I get busted back to private again
Cause takin' orders never suited me
Giving 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 too bad of me
Now it keeps me up nights
What I could have done differently
The preacher said “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise.”
One boy spoke up, said “Preacher come on, eat your supper with us!”
I'd be no guest 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 recon that's why I'm still alive
Me and a bunch of boys from home
January '43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic south of Birmingham
Put me on west coast bound train
Spent three days out in San Diego
And they shipped me back east again
Left a port out of New York
Slept for months in british rain
Tore it up down in London town
And they shipped me back out again
The preacher said “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
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 way across France
And I fought at the Maginot line
Road a tank into Belgium
Like them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years before
I did my time in a trench
Lots of days there's no water
But the liquor kept me warm
The cellars were stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I carried a bottle with my gun
The preacher said “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
One boy spoke up, said “Preacher come on, eat your supper with us!”
Three times I made sergeant
I'm not that kind of man
And pretty much just as quick as I could
I get busted back to private again
Cause takin' orders never suited me
Giving 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 too bad of me
Now it keeps me up nights
What I could have done differently
The preacher said “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise.”
One boy spoke up, said “Preacher come on, eat your supper with us!”
I'd be no guest 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 recon that's why I'm still alive
inviata da Bernart - 28/8/2013 - 15:55
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Parole e musica di Ben Nichols
Nell’album intitolato “Nobody's Darlings”
Canzone in cui Ben Nichols, leader di questa country-punk rock di Memphis, sintetizzò i racconti di guerra di suo nonno…
“Il prete disse: - Ragazzi, chi verrà ucciso stanotte stasera siederà col Signore in Paradiso – E uno gli rispose: - Prete, vieni qua, vieni anche tu a mangiare la minestra insieme a noi!... Non sono mai stato a tavola con Dio, quel che mangia lui non è di mio gusto, che ho maledetto il suo nome ogni volta che ho potuto e credo che sia proprio per questo che sono ancora vivo…”