The Fortunate Soldier
By Ky Babyn

Verse 1
I step into my boots, knot the laces
Fall down the line as the boys pick up their paces
I walk for days, sleep for a few hours, stay crouched real low for there are dragons down that road

Chorus
My eyes are honest and wide form seeing the devils best poker hand
Blood money and lies fuel the little marching tin man

Verse 2
I write to you my wife and all of my children
Me being over these seas and under this heat makes for a hard livin'
Babe keep my boys in line but teach them how to fight
School them so they don't do the wrong to the right

Verse 3
Worn out are my boots from waltzing my matilda
cross country side my soul sits in the shadow of a dead mans mind
I'm the widow maker yet some say fortunate soldier
God speed is slow for the man with a quicker trigger finger

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