I don’t know why I left
But I know I was wrong

Got a letter in the mail,
Said go to war or go to jail

Slapped me down in a barber’s chair
Spun me around, I had no hair

Used to drive a Cadillac
Now I hump it on my back

Used to be a high school stud
Now I’m marching in the mud

Used to wear my faded jeans
Now I’m wearing Army greens

Used to date a beauty queen
Now I love my M16

Mama, mama don’t you cry
Your little boy ain’t gonna die

Cause it wont be long,
Til I get on back home.