Seven Days at War Songtext
von Leslie Fish
Seven Days at War Songtext
On my first day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
A mud hole as deep as my knee
On my second day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hule as deep as my knee
On my third day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my fourth day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
I think your truck is stuck in it, lord
Truck? What truck?
On my fifth day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Five drunken bards
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my sixth day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Six dislocations
Five drunken bards
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my seventh day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Seven tired chirurgeons
Six dislocations
Five drunken bards
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my eighth day in camp, we all packed up and went home
Thank God it′s only seven days long!
A mud hole as deep as my knee
On my second day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hule as deep as my knee
On my third day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my fourth day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
I think your truck is stuck in it, lord
Truck? What truck?
On my fifth day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Five drunken bards
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my sixth day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Six dislocations
Five drunken bards
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my seventh day in camp, the Estrella War gave me
Seven tired chirurgeons
Six dislocations
Five drunken bards
Four freezing nights
Three fire alarms
Two thunderstorms
And a mud hole as deep as my knee
On my eighth day in camp, we all packed up and went home
Thank God it′s only seven days long!
Writer(s): Leslie Fish, Traditional Song Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com