Feel Like I'm Fixing to Die RagCome on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Viet Nam so
put down your books and pick up a gun we're
gonna have a whole lotta fun
(CHORUS)
Flying HighI'm stuck on the L.A. freeway,
Got rain water in my boots,
My thumbs done froze, can't feel my toes,
I feel a little destitute.
Wheels throwing water all over my axe
And Mr. Jones won't lend me a hand.
Up come two cats in a Cadillac
And they say, "Won't you hop in, man ?"
MaraFlocks of geese in Paris skies
They come to me with open eyes
Dreaming of her and other lives
To pass the time waiting for Mara.
And I alone beside her sit
There's just a lonely candle lit
It casts a glowing over it, Mara.
Ring Of FireLove is a burning thing
And it makes the fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire,
Six Days On The RoadWell, I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling on the Eastern seaboard.
I've got my diesel wound up and she's running like never before.
There's a speed zone ahead on right and I don't see a cop in sight,
Six days on the road, now I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye,
And I can have a lot of women, but I'm not like some other guys.
I can find one to hold me tight, but I couldn't make believe it's alright.
Talkin' Dust BowlBack in nineteen twenty seven
I had a little farm, I called that Heaven.
The prices up and the rain come down
And I hauled my crops all into town,
I got the money
Bought clothes and groceries
Fed the kids and raised a big family.
The CallFar and near, high and clear,
Hark to the call of War.
Over the gorse and the golden dells,
Ringing and swinging the clamorous bells,
Praying and saying of wild farewells:
War! War! War!
High and low, all must go:
The Fish CheerYeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,