Red Ball Express - Scott Miller
I jumped straight at it when I had the chance
I joined the army and I went to France
At Roosevelt's request
Two weeks of sitting in the mud
Made me lie to the man that I could drive a truck
For the Red Ball Express
All we do is keep it rolling on
Trading bodies for petroleum
Heating rations on the manifold
And never sleep enough to dream about home
Benzedrined and looking through cat eyes
Of a deuce and-a-half and a day's supply
Of jerry cans in back
Ain't no secret how the generals felt
"F**k the men they can eat their belts
But the tanks - they must have gas "
The gears are sticking and the pressure's low
I felt the bump that means it's time to go
Another twenty miles
Thirty-six hours and I still ain't slept
I'm hearing voices talk inside my head
In Burma Shaving rhyme
All we do is keep it rolling on
Trading bodies for petroleum
Heating rations on the manifold
Even now I've never felt that old
Because fifty years later and you don't forget
Being eighteen and scared to death
In a world that's changing fast
Now my own son sends his own son off
To fight the next fight to be fought
And the Red Ball brings me back