SSgt. Barry Sadler - Garet Trooper lyrics

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This is dedicated to the parade field trooper

Whenever he leaves that nice soft garrison

And always looks real pretty

Now in the war torn jungles of Vietnam

You’ll find a certain kind of man

You’ll see him everywhere

He’s a trooper, a garet trooper

Yeah, he’s five foot four, 220 pounds of blubber

Got him a nickel plated 45 tied down low, quick draw holster

Two bandoliers of brassoed ammo

Yeah he’s a trooper, a garet trooper

He’s fought from Saigon to Ninh Thuan

And every bar that is and then with only the girls

And he ain’t won one yet

But he’s a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)

He’s got a hip knife, a side knife, a boot knife, a shorter knife

And a little bitty one that’s a combination of flare gun, dinner, and genuine police whistle

But he’s a trooper, a garet trooper

Now I run into one the other day

He told me a story, said he just this minute come back from fifteen days

Runnin’ fire against the Cong

Said he captured a lot of loot

You know what I saw when I looked down? A spit shine boot

Yeah, he’s a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Now poor ole pilot come back today

Half his crew was killed, aircraft shot to hell

But he don’t say much

He’s not a trooper, a garet trooper

And out in the hills and the jungles and the swamps

Living like a bunch of dogs

Are some men wearing funny little green hats

Face out there and fight for months on end

They don’t say much ‘cause they’re not troopers, garet troopers (garet troopers)

And I bet finally, when I leave this war torn land

The last thing I’ll see will be, though I may be in a drunken stupor

I bet it’ll be a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Yeah, they’re all over the place

Ain&amp;#8217;t hardly worth going to war no more<br />

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Thanks to Razvan

Thanks to GREEN BERET FJ-40 for correcting these lyrics