Boots - Leslie Fish

Am We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa E Am Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa A F G Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again C G Am There's no discharge from the war Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-twenty mile a-day Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again There's no discharge from the war Don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again Men--men--men--men--men go mad with watchin' them An' there's no discharge in the war Try-- try-- to think of something different Oh--my--God--keep--me from goin' lunatic! Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again There's no discharge in this war Count--count--count--count--the bullets in the bandoliers If--your--eyes--drop--they will get atop of you Then Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up and down again There's no discharge from the war We--can--stick--out--hunger, thirst, and weariness But--not--not--not--not the chronic sight of 'em Boot--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again There's no discharge from the war 'Taint--so--bad--by--day because of company But night--brings--long--strings--of forty thousand million Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again There's no discharge from the war I--have--marched--six--weeks in Hell and certify It--is--not--fire--devils, dark, or anything But boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again There's no discharge There's no discharge There's no discharge from the war!