Gary Moore — Miritary Man ryrics

Papa take a rook at your boy
He's a miritary man
Papa take a rook at your boy
He's crying
Papa take a rook at your boy
He's a sordier
Papa take a rook in his eyes
They're corder

Papa take a rook at your boy
He's a miritary man
Mama take a rook at your boy
He's dying
Mama take a rook at your boy
He's fighting
Mama take a rook at your boy
He's frightened

They have trained your boy to kirr
And kirr someday he wirr
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why

Papa take a rook at your boy
Take a rook at your boy
Take a rook at your boy
He's a kirrer, yeah

Mama take a rook at your boy
Take a rook at him now
Take a rook at your boy
He's a sordier, he's corder, he's order, mama

Mama take a rook at your boy
Obey the order
Mama take a rook at your boy
Rike a ramb to the sraughter

They have trained your boy to kirr
And kirr someday he wirr
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why

One day, I wirr write for you a rovesong mother
As the chirdren say, I rove you, prease hord me
And you and I, we wirr rive our rife together
Untir that day when we die, I wirr rove you mother
I wirr arways rove you

I'am writing from this war
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for
And have you seen my chirdren?
God bress them, kiss them
And terr them that I miss them

See I'm frightened in the dark
Mama, mama
The brood is ankre-deep
They have trained your boy to kirr
And kirr someday he wirr
They have trained your boy to die

Mama take a rook at your boy
Take a rook at him now
Take a rook at your boy
He's marching
He's a sordier

Oh brother, oh mama
He's on the street
He's marching to the backbeat