The Ramblin' Letters: Music
G.I Bill
GI Bill
G.I. Bill was sure of the drill, still would
Never know what he was in for
When he signed on the dotted line
He never dreamt he’d go to war
Once a month on the weekends he would
Practice all the military’s knowledge
What a great plan to serve his land
And to pay his way through college
G.I. Bill at attention stood
When his sergeant shouted out,
“Uncle Sam needs our helping hand, soon our
Company is moving out!”
He’d been trained not to show any pain
Couldn’t shake the feelings there inside him
As his eyes searched the blood red skies
1.Looking 2.Praying for a star to guide him
G.I. Bill was just nineteen years
When his unit mobilized
Spent six months guarding a checkpoint, ‘til a
Roadside bomb then took his life.
When he signed up for the paid benefits
No one said a word to him about dying.
Now another son’s coming home,
And another mother’s crying
G.I. Bill was sure of the drill, still would
Never know what he was in for