G.I. Joe

Well, he smoked those Camel cigarettes about three packs a day Nicotine stains on his fingers when he'd stretch them out to play That old midnight special is one he loved to do Then he'd sing, "I'm walking the floor over you" TV preachers and welfare checks for him just had no place But he'd take his time to tune real good when he sang 'Amazing Grace' He'd say, "Boys I'm old and crazy but I still give a damn And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam" He'd drag out that old uniform and say, "They used to call me slim" He never could get it buttoned up but the pride looked good on him He still feels the way he felt over forty years ago Here's to the old man, here's to G.I.Joe He only sang the old songs, he's standing still in time My Phillipino baby, right there on his mind Then he'd talk about the big one, the war we didn't lose He'd pick a little bit like Travis, re-enlistment blues He'd drag out that old uniform and say, "They used to call me Slim" He never could get it buttoned up but the pride looked good on him Oh, he still feels the way he felt over forty years ago Here's to the old man, here's to G.I.Joe Here's to my old man and all the G.I. Joes