Oh, my darling! Oh, my dearest! It's for your sake alone,
I left my dear old father, my country and my home,
I left my dear old mother to weep and to mourn -
I am a weary soldier and far from my home!
It's IED's, and M4's, and the airstrikes thunder loud,
There's many a mangled body, with dust for a shroud,
There's many a mangled body left in the dirt alone -
I am a weary soldier and far from my home!
You'll drink good ole whiskey, and I will drink cheap wine,
You can drink to your true love, and I will drink to mine,
You can drink to your true love and I'll lament and mourn -
I am a weary soldier and far from my home!
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry,
And if Hadji don't kill me, I'll live until I die,
And if Hadji don't kill me and cause me to mourn -
I am a weary soldier and far from my home!
I'll build me a cabin on some green mountain high,
So, I can see my dear as she comes passing by,
So, I can see my dear and help her to mourn -
I am a weary soldier and far from my home!
I am a weary soldier and far from my home!