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RE-ENLISTMENT BLUES >From the film "From Here To Eternity" (1953) (James Jones / Fred Karger / Robert Wells) Merle Travis (Film Soundtrack) - 1953 Buddy Morrow & His Orch. (vocal: Frankie Lester) - 1953 Ray Bloch & His Orch. - 1953 Floyd Cramer (Instr.) - 1960 Michael Parks - 1970 Also recorded by: Kenny Gill; Hot Tuna; Gustav Winckler. As recorded by MERLE TRAVIS: My hitch was up Monday I ain't a dog soldier no more I ain't a soldier no more They give me all that money So much my pockets are sore My pockets are sore More dough than I can use Re-enlistment blues Took my dough to town Tuesday Found me a big feather bed Found a big double bed I will find a job tomorrow Tonight I'll sleep like I'm dead Gonna sleep like I'm dead And get up when I choose Re-enlistment blues Well, I hit the bars Wednesday Made me some friends on my own Lotta friends on my own Found a pretty baby She wouldn't leave me alone Wouldn't leave me alone She kept me buyin' booze Re-enlistment blues (Guitar Solo) Went back around Thursday Asked for a free glass o' beer I said, "Gimme one little beer" But that gal forgot to know me She just said, "No credit here" No credit here An' did I give her a bruise Re-enlistment blues That jail was cold Saturday Just like the people in town All the people in town They ain't got time to know you Just time to pull you way down They'll pull you way down Just one thing left to choose Re-enlistment blues Short-timers, let me tell ya Don't you get throwed in the can Don't get throwed in the can You might as well be dead Or be a thirty-year-man Be a thirty-year-man They always seem to lose Re-enlistment blues Recruitin' crews give me the blues Re-enlistment blues ******************** As recorded by MICHAEL PARKS: My hitch was up Monday I'm not a dog soldier no more They give me all that money So much my pockets was sore Did you hear about the news Re-enlistment blues I went into town Tuesday To find me a big feather bed One big feather bed I'll find a job tomorrow Tonight I'm gonna, I'm gonna sleep like I'm dead Yeah, I'm gonna lay down my head Hah, I'm gonna wake up when I choose Re-enlistment blues 'Cause you see, I went into town Wednesday I hit those bars lookin' for friends Friends of my own I found a pretty baby She wouldn't leave me alone Hah, she kept me buyin' booze Re-enlistment blues I woke up with the miseries Them walls was movin' I swear Ah, there goin' movin', I swear Hah, and I reached down in my trousers And you know somethin' All my pockets was bare Now, that gal was sure bad news Re-enlistment blues So, you know what I did I went back to that barroom I asked for a, for a free glass of beer You know, just, just one little beer You know what that gal said Hah-hah, she forgot to know me She said, No, no," she said, "No, No, there ain't no credit here" I gave some guy a bruise Oh, re-enlistment blues That jailhouse was cold Just like the people in town Ah, those people in town, let me tell ya somethin' They ain't got time to know ya, not at all They just got time to put you down I got one thing left to choose Re-enlistment blues I slept in the park Sunday And I watched all them folks go to church You know how your belly feels empty You know when you've been left in the lurch Dog soldiers don't know humans Re-enlistment blues, that's what it's called Short-timers, I'm gonna tell you somethin' Don't you ever get throwed in the can Because you might as well be dead Hah, or be a thirty-year-man That guy always seems to lose Hello there, Sergeant Brown Yeah, it's me again, listen I'll tell ya somethin', uh, uh Musterin' out, uh, it was great Yeah, it was great, yeah Yes Sir (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - October 2015)

    





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