The Loner by Thomas Young

Duration

3:58

Genres

Blues

Lyrics

When he was growing up,he liked to scrap, Back in those days,we didn't have no rap, When he was in school,he always got the strap, He didn't like to back off,or take any crap, So he joined up,to be a Marine, And go where he was needed,cause he was mean, He could not wait,to get on the scene, But it was worse,than,he had ever seen, Bridge Once he got into,that killing zone, He wanted to turn around,and just go home, When he heard those soldiers,scream and moan, He had never felt,so all alone, When he heard those bulitts,whizzing by his head, He remembered,what his Daddy had said, One of these days,your going to wake up dead, And he decided to thank the Lord,for his daily bread, Bridge Everything was true,that they said about this place, It was not fit for,the human race, It was hard for him,to keep up the pace, A lot of the young folks here,were a sad case, You could tell a lot,by the look in their face, They'd rather be anywhere,than on this base, What was going on there,was a disgrace, Young people disappeared,with out a trace, Chorus Well,he was a loner,but not a blood donor, He was a programmer,and he could be a slammer, Sometimes he was a roamer, but he weren't no moaner, He could hold his own,when he was away from home!