I jumped straight at it when I had the chance I joined the army and I went to France At Roosevelt's request Two weeks of sitting in the mud Made me lie to the man that I could drive a truck For the Red Ball Express [Chorus:] All we do is keep it rolling on Trading bodies for petroleum Heating rations on the manifold And never sleep enough to dream about home Benzedrined and looking through cat eyes Of a deuce and-a-half and a day's supply Of jerry cans in back Ain't no secret how the generals felt "f** the men, they can eat their belts But the tanks - they must have gas." [Chorus] The gears are sticking, and the pressure's low I felt the bump that means it's time to go Another twenty miles Thirty-six hours and I still ain't slept I'm hearing voices talk inside my head In Burma Shaving rhyme All we do is keep it rolling on Trading bodies for petroleum Heating rations on the manifold Even now I've never felt that old Because fifty years later and you don't forget Being eighteen and scared to d**h In a world that's changing fast Now my own son sends his own son off To fight the next fight to be fought And the Red Ball brings me back