| I remember when I was a barefooted boy climbing in a sycamore tree
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| But now I’m a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder. |
| Some fool made a
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| soldier of me
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| Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! |
| And I ride in the rough calva’ry
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| Got a pretty gal waitin' for me while I rot here in the Army. |
| Some fool made a
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| soldier of me
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| I told her we’d marry and build us a home and raise us a big family
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| But she’s givin' all her charms to a blue uniform. |
| Some fool made a soldier of
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| me
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| Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! |
| And I ride in the rough calva’ry
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| The day’s getting' hotter. |
| I’m near out of water. |
| Some fool made a soldier of me
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| I told Gen’ral Custer I’m a-dyin' of thirst and the heat is a-getting' to me
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| But he said, «Have no fear. |
| There’s a big river near.» |
| Some fool made a soldier
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| of me
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| Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! |
| And I ride in the rough calva’ry
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| We’ll get there in the morn to Little Big Horn
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| Hey, Gen’ral Custer. |
| I think I see an Indian over there. |
| Yeah! |
| Ask her if she’s
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| got a friend for me!
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| Some fool made a soldier of me |