SSgt. Barry Sadler
Текст песни Garet Trooper

This is dedicated to the parade field trooper
Whenever he leaves that nice soft garrison
And always looks real pretty

Now in the war torn jungles of Vietnam
You'll find a certain kind of man
You'll see him everywhere
He's a trooper, a garet trooper

Yeah, he's five foot four, 220 pounds of blubber
Got him a nickel plated 45 tied down low, quick draw holster
Two bandoliers of brass-sold ammo
Yeah he's a trooper, a garet trooper

He's fought from Saigon to Ninh Thuan
And every bar that is and then with only the girls
And he ain't won one yet
But he's a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)

He's got a hip knife, a side knife, a boot knife, a shorter knife
And a little bitty one that's a combination of flare gun, dinner, and genuine police whistle
But he's a trooper, a garet trooper

Now I run into one the other day
He told me a story, said he just this minute come back from fifteen days

Runnin' fire against the Cong
Said he captured a lot of loot
You know what I saw when I looked down? A spit shine boot
Yeah, he's a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Now poor ole pilot come back today
Half his crew was killed, aircraft shot to hell
But he don't say much
He's not a trooper, a garet trooper

And out in the hills and the jungles and the swamps
Living like a bunch of dogs
Are some men wearing funny little green hats
Face out there and fight for months on end
They don't say much 'cause they're not troopers, garet troopers (garet troopers)

And I bet finally, when I leave this war torn land
The last thing I'll see will be, though I may be in a drunken stupor
I bet it'll be a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Yeah, they're all over the place
Ain't hardly worth going to war no more



Thanks to Razvan