| Now, an I want you to gather 'round boys
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| We’ve all got to go, now
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| I want you to gather 'round boys
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| We all-of got to go
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| Now, th’ain’t no use to you worryin'
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| You won’t feel safe no mo'
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| Now, you got to wear a uniform
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| Man you got to be in style
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| Now, you got to wear Uncle Sam’s uniform
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| So you can be in style
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| Now, you got to walk straight 'n tote a rifle
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| Uncle Sam wanna use you a while
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| 'Take it away again, Charlie'
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| Well, now here comes man
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| Man re’dy-a climb on a high plane
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| Now an here come the man, now
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| Man ready-a climb on a high plane
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| 'Well, now you got to walk straight down there, boy
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| 'Picks up yo' feets don’t let 'em drags!'
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| Now ain’t no use to smilin' at me
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| Man, it ain’t no use to shake my hand
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| No it ain’t no use in smilin' at me
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| Man, ain’t no use to shake my hand
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| Now, I ain’t gonna walk wit' you this time
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| I’ve got to fly one-a-them bomber planes |