Pfc Rhythm and Blues Jones

We take you now to the battlefield...Where PFC Rhythm and Blues jones is frantically running through the jungle trying to find the rest of the army who are dug into the ground.
Hault, who goes there? Ah What your password be?
Sir, Sir, Sir A Sir a don't shoot man, Said it's only me Rhythm and Blues jones PFC, First Squad Second Platoon, Company B and uhh I don't know what the password be
cause all day long I been hiding round a tree laying in a foxhole looking outta peephole watching for the enemy.

Cause i'ma picker not a fighter, A BMI songwriter.
When I see the enemy I lose control,
When I hear the big guns I wanna crawl in a hole.
Gimme back my guitar and take this here gun
Cos all this army jazz just ain't no fun
Back to Memphis is where I wanna go
Where I can kick and sing on the Rock and Roll show

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Now Now wait a minute sargent
Don't get so, Cos I didn't volunteer for this here war
And uh I don't care nothing about being a hero
Just take me back to my little combo
I know I got a rifle a pistol, nine hanging edge a bayonet, bazooka but i'm still afraid
One of them bullets might crease my head and I sure enough don't wanna wind up dead.

Cause i'ma picker not a fighter, A BMI songwriter.
When I see the enemy I lose control,
When I hear the big guns I wanna crawl in a hole.
Gimme back my guitar and take this here gun
Cos all this army jazz just ain't no fun
Back to Memphis is where I wanna go
Where I can kick and sing on the Rock and Roll show