Hut City

Our hut was made from a 2 x 4
That was salvaged from the last World War
It sets in sand that is two feet deep
And through its walls the bugs do creep

The beds are made of soft feather down
When you sit on the springs they sag to the ground
The floor is made of high polished flax
Between the boards there are four inch cracks

They can have it for the rest of their lives
They can have it for the rest of their lives

The lighting system is really rare
A ten watt bulb with a two foot glare
On the windows hang Venetian blinds
With built-in dust from an anthracite mine

The tarpaper walls are really a sight
You smash into the side in the dead of night
Our bags are hung upon the wall
You crack your skull if you're four feet tall

They can have it for the rest of their lives
They can have it for the rest of their lives

The sandy bunks are not so annoying
As the sergeants the corporals keep on employing
We all arise at a quarter to four
It's a two mile dash to the outside door

At four o'clock sharp we're back to our dreams
With a broken leg and a flooded latrine
So this my friend is the army life
And they can have it for the rest of their lives
And they can have it for the rest of their lives

Words by David "Uncle Duke" Keaggy, Music by Phil Keaggy