THE FURLOUGH BLUES

Coming in from a twenty mile hike
And all the huts look just alike.
Corns and blisters on our feet
Marched all day in Georgia heat.
Change our clothes then stand retreat
Then see what the slum burners fixed to eat.
Hurry back from the old mess hall
Then stand and wait to hear mail call.
Oiling your rifle and shining your shoes
Trying to get over the furlough blues.

Up at reveille and out the door 
Most all present or accounted for. 
Back inside and make your bunk 
Mop the floor and clean up junk. 
Then after breakfast don't be late 
We've got to hurry up and wait. 
Then another day begin 
First fall out and then fall In. 
So it goes from light 'till dark 
Listening to some non com bark. 
Wishing you had a quart of booze 
Trying to get over the furlough blues.

Get a pass and off we go
Heading straight for the U. S. 0.
Stay in camp and beat your brains,
Just a show or the post exchange.
Infantry walks when the other's ride
But no good soldier is satisfied.
Equipment slung in all directions
Now they say we'll have inspection.
The army life ain't what we choose
But we're getting over the furlough blues.

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