Joey White

Capo on the 3rd fret Joey White, well he ain't got no choices Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces Gonna be a man, oh not a zero For Uncle Sam, well he'll be a hero He don't know that Uncle Sam is a cartoon and not a man Poor Joey White Oh Joey White, you better bite your tongue You don't know jack, boy You're young, dumb and full of cum Better step in line, go with the others Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers Here's your boots and here's a gun Learn when to fight, learn when to run Poor Joey White Well he got two years in the sand, And it will surely change his plans for life Joey White, well he gets his orders Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border Kill 'em all, no quarter given Shoot on sight, boy, let God sort out the livin' Told ya no one's keeping score This ain't no game, well this is war For Joey White Yeah, from below and from the sky Hear drums and bullets fly Oh a scream of battle cry Bodies burn and brothers die (strum hard) Poor Joey White Joey White, well you better run faster E~ You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt Now his only freedom blurred Gets to leave this Hell on Earth still alive Now his heart's filled up with lead He got demons in his head E~ For life