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Don't Ship Me Out
(NAS JAX) (50s ?)
(Don't Fence Me In)
Oh, give me land, lots of land Under starry skies above
Don't ship me out
Let me bide in the wide open barracks that I love
Don't ship me out.
Let me shout ev'ry night on my bended knees
Shooting crap with sailors In the evening breeze.
I don't care if all I ever roll is threes
Don't ship me out
Just turn me loose, let me wander way out yonder
Thru the streets of Jacksonville.
I'll take abuse, thrown in the brig,
On KP, I'II even take a medical.
I'll even swab all the decks, And make all the beds.
I'll cook the chow And I'II bake all the bread.
Polish all the brass and clean all the heads.
Don't ship me out.
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