The Fighting Line

It had to be me of all the ones to choose
The way my luck is going, I always seem to lose
They’re sending me to the fighting line
I hope the Army don’t leave me dead in my grave
Hey give me a pen, I’ll do the paperwork
I’m the typewriter king, I’d make a damn good clerk
Don’t put me on the fighting line
Cause I won’t give you my life just to throw away
They’ve given me furlough till they take me away
But there’s not enough time when you want to stay
Soon it’s off to the fighting line
And I’ll be waiting and writing home every day
It’s a little too long to live on borrowed time
While they’re having their peace talks, they’re killing friends of mine
I’ll be running from the fighting line
If it’s gonna mean I’ll be walking out of here alive