One, two
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
And watch the miles roll on by
Three, four
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
Until you stop one and you die
One, two
Pick 'em up and put 'em down
Till Masta Robert tells us to sleep
Three, four
When the hell did shoes get so damn dear
And life become so damn cheap?
One, two
Those damn Yankees ain't as give up easy
As we thought they would be
Three, four
Those damn Yankees ain't as near as scared
Or half as hungry as me
One, two
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
Is all a body can do
Three, four
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
Until this bloody war is through
How many miles, how many fears
How many days, how many years
How many rivers of blood, sweat and tears?
How many times into the fray?
How many men won't walk away?
How many hells filled with
How many devils to pay?
One, two
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
And watch the miles roll on
Three, four
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
Until your strength is nearly gone
One, two
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
And dream of home safe and sound
Three, four
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again
Until you're six feet underground
How many miles dead on our feet
Drenched to the bone, baked in the heat
Paying for ground with another retreat
How many times into the fray
How many men won't walk away
How many hells filled with
How many devils to pay?
Bodies all lay in the tall summer grass
Swollen and butchered and still
Measuring miles by the dead that you pass
Measuring life by the men that you kill
How many days, how many more?
How many men lost to this war?
I can't remember what we're fighting for
How many times into the fray?
How many men won't walk away?
How many hells filled with
How many devils to pay?
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