the grunt blues
the grunt blues
sure is hot, I raise my hand to wipe the sweat that's dripping in my eyes sure does burn.
 we humped a click, my shoulders ache wish we'd get the wordto break for chow it's almost time.
what I'd give for a nice coldbeer an ice cold coke or just a piece of ice to coolthe water.
 it's getting hotter.
 little things mean a lot, when they' re things you haven't got being a grunt you learn to livewithout the little things, that really mean a lot.
 share between you what you have and learn to live with what you've got every day I slike the last, nothin ever changes, just thetune it moves too slow.
 all I own is on my back rifle in my hand I'm always ready for things to happen hope we get some mailtonight with this season, water on the log bird.
it's been a while can't find a smile little things mean a lot when they' re things you haven't got bein a grunt you learn to live without the little things that really mean a lot share between you what you have and learn to live with what you've got sure is hot I raise my hand to wipe the sweat that's drippin in my eyes sure does burn.
another of jim ellis' songs that glenn gustafson sent to me.
 a good song--though the line aboutr shoulders aching after only humping a klick!! --why, that's hardly a clearing patrol, let alone a hump!!--well, they are the cav--it' snot like you' dexpect them to walk!!! log bird = logistics, resupply, helicopter