LAMENT OF THE RESERVIST I was a civilian and flew on weekends No sweat about clanks and no sign of the bends But I am a retread and older I grow Now I fly a Mustang, it's old and it's slow. cho: Sinuiju and Anak, Sinanju and Sinmak They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane. Quad fifties and forties and one hundred sorties They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane! Oh, once I was happy and I flew a jet At 35,000 how fat can you get? They sent me to Nellis for six weeks to train They gave me a Mustang, it's no aero-plane! We strafed and we bombed and we shot air to air Then off to Korea, we're fouled up for fair We came to K-Four-Six to fly with this Group My hair's turning gray and my wings have a droop! I flew my first mission and it was a snap Just follow the leader, don't look at a map But now I've got eighty and lead a sad flight Go out on armed recce and can't sleep at night! Went up to Mig Alley, S-2 said no sweat If I had not looked'round, I'd be up there yet Six Migs jumped our ass and the leader yelled "Break!" Sixty-one and three thousand, how my knees did shake! If I live through a hundred and they ask for more I'll tell them to shove it, my ass is too sore They can ram it and jam it for all that I care Just give me a Wing job, a desk and a chair! (Tune: "Cigareets" and Whisky) from There I was...Flat on my Back, Stevens @war @Army @air @Korea filename[ LMNTRESV RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===