Long boy / music by Barclay Walker words by William Herschell

VERSE 01: He was just a long, lean country gink/From ‘way out West where th’ hop toads wink;/He was six feet two in his stockin’ feet,/An’ kept gittin’ thinner th’ more he’d eat./But he was as brave as he was thin,/When th’ war broke out he got right in./Unhitch’d his plow, put th’ mule away,/Then th’ old folks heard him say:
CHORUS: Goodbye, Ma!/Goodby Pa!/Goodby, Mule, with yer old hee haw!/I may not know what th’ war’s about,/But you bet, by gosh, I’ll soon find out./An’, O my sweetheart, don’t you fear,/I’ll bring you a King fer a souvenir;/I’ll git you a Turk an’ a Kaiser, too,/An’ that’s about all one feller could do!
VERSE 02: One pair of socks was his only load/When he struck fer town by th’ old dirt road./He went right down to th’ public square/An’ fell in line with th’ soldiers there./Th’ sergeant put him in uniform,/His gal knit mitts fer to keep him warm;/They drill’d him hard, they drill’d him long,/Then he sang his farewell song!