The Fighting Line Lyrics

It had to be me of all the ones to choose
The way my luck is going, I always seem to lose
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 dammed 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 ′til they take me away
And there's not enough time when you want to stay
Soon it′s off to the fighting line
But I'll be waiting and writing home every day

It′s a little too long to live on borrowed time
But I haven't met these talks, they're killing friends of mine
I′ll be running from the fighting line
Hope it′s gonna mean I'll be walking out of here alive