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Gunner's Chant
I was born with a lanyard in my
hand,
I'm a real straight shooter, I'm a
gunnin' man.
They call me Cannon Cocker, and I'm
number one,
I'm a '55 baby, I'm a son of a gun.
Give me a 'jo and a long tube gun,
And I'll put the enemy on the run.
Ain't nobody as bad as me,
I am the Artillery.
Artillery
Mama, oh mama, now can you see?
They put me in the Artillery.
Men of war with their heads held high,
They're ready to fight, they're
willing to die.
Tell my baby to forget about me,
I've got a new lover, the Artillery.
Tell my baby not to feel blue,
Tell her to join the Artillery, too.
King of Battle
Up jumped the dusty cannoneers,
They were real mean ones, just ask
their peers.
They were killers, you could see,
But they gave the battle some dignity.
They lined fifty cannons up against
the hill,
Bet twenty dollars they could fire
them with skill.
They fired forty-eight 'til their
hands were blue,
They jumped back, did push-ups, fired
the other two.
They can shoot, move, and
communicate,
'Cause they're the pride of the 258.
Now their backbones are hard as rock,
They can pump projos around he clock.
Load that projo and that powder,
Make that blast sound a little louder.
In the battle all will see,
The king of battle is Field Artillery.
Up Jumped a Soldier
Up jumped a soldier from a powder
pit,
Said when it comes to fighting, you
know I'm fit.
He lined a hundred fighters up against
a wall,
Said I bet five dollars, I can beat
'em all.
Well, heat beat ninety-seven, then
he fell to one knee,
Looked around, turned around, beat the
other three.
When he died, he went straight to
hell,
He beat up the devil and his demons as
well.
On his tombstone, written in green,
It says, "Here Lies a
Hard-Chargin' Artillery Machine.
Field Artillery
M109 rolling down the trail,
Look at the enemy turning tail.
HE ICM raining down,
WP burning all around.
If these shells are not enough,
Then the artillery will have to get
rough.
If the enemy wants to die,
Atomic wisdom is our reply.
Watch 109 as it fires a round,
Feel the impact shake the ground.
Suppression, destruction, obscuration,
too,
There isn't much that we can't do.
It's our preps and deadly fire,
That is maneuvers great desire.
Mixed with infantry, planes and tanks,
We're the punch in the combined arms
ranks.
Redleg Running Song
Do your job now, do it right.
You'll go home, see Momma tonight.
Mess around, don't do your work.
Call you in, call you a jerk.
Artillery is the branch for me,
Other guys go infantry.
Grunts walk hard and they walk far,
In Artillery we ride by car.
Gunner, A.G., Number One,
All Cannoneers, we all like guns.
Close the breech and pull the string,
Man the '55 sure can sing,
F.O. says first rounds look bad,
Check your sights, see what you had.
FDC will slip their sticks,
Two more rounds now, make it quick.
F.O. says those rounds were close,
Six more rounds we'll drink a toast.
FDC sends a new QE,
Fire for effect with the Battery.
F.O. says those rounds were fine,
Let's go home and drink some wine.
155 going down the range,
Red hot steel makes you feel strange.
Hit you high and hit you low,
Try to hide, ain't no where to go.
Here we go, all the way,
All the way, Redleg...
Hold it High
Lift your head and hold it high,
The king of battle is passing by.
We're the best that can be found,
the 258 has come to town.
The infantry is looking blue,
They wish they were Artillery too.
Whenever the tankers get in
trouble,
The Artillery's there on the double.
The Cav is always in a fix,
'Til the Artillery comes and saves
their necks.
Enemy thinks they'll take us for a
ride,
But they can kiss their lives
good-bye.
Finer soldiers you'll never see,
For we are the Field Artillery.
Grunts and Tanks might be fun,
But the Artillery is number one.