My Grandaddy – A Horse Marine

USMC Running Cadence

My grandaddy was a horse Marine
He was born wearing green
He ate steaks eight inches thick
Picked his teeth with a swaggert stick

Kicking and a fighting and running all day
Grandaddy knew no other way
Busting out windows, kicking out doors
Trying to get even with the squids on the shore
Lived everyday of his life in the Corps
So they sent him off to war
Went to the Pacific to fight the Japanese
Got some shrapnel in the knees
Went to the country called Vietnam
To fight some people called the Viet Cong
Found himself in a firefight
Come back home in a medivac flight

Now grandaddy is sitting there
Marking time in a rocking chair

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