First Time At A War

It snowed the night before I left Kentucky

The Middle Fork was choked with ice and snow

Left sixteen years and all my friends behind me

Somehow I had to be the first to go

My mama baked all night before I left her

At supper there was not too much to say

My daddy put his arm around my shoulder

He said, "Son, I hope we'll see you home someday"

So don't you play no sad songs on the jukebox

I've heard 'em all a hundred times before

And excuse me if I seem a little crazy

You see, this is my first time at a war

It froze the night before we left the trenches

The fields ahead were caked with mud and snow

With nothin' to depend on but our fortunes

I knew I'd be among the first to go

They treat me pretty good here at the resto

The sheets upon my bed are snowy white

The nurses say that supper's almost ready

Mama, don't you set a place for me tonight

And don't you play no sad songs on the jukebox

I've heard 'em all a hundred times before

And excuse me if I seem a little crazy

You see, this is my first time at a war