It was back in 1942,
I part of a good platoon
Over on
Maneuvers in
Louisiana,
one -eighth by the light of the moon
As
Captain said, we've got to ford the river,
that's where it all began
We're knee -deep in the big muddy,
and the damned fool can't get in
It's a
Prussian moon
The sergeant said,
sir, are you sure this is the way back to base?
Sergeant, I once crossed this river,
not a mile up off this base.
It'll be a little soggy,
but we'll keep on slogging.
We'll soon be on dry ground.
We're waist -deep in
the big muddy in the damn
Fouquet -Biennon
So push on
Captain, sir, with all this gear no man
will be able to swim
Sergeant, don't be nervous nearly,
the captain said to him
All we need is a little determination,
follow me
I'll lead on, but we're neck deep in the big muddy
an d the damn fool kept yellin'
to push on.
All of a sudden, the moon clouded over.
All we heard was a gurgling cry
And a second plane of the captain's
helmet was all that followed by
The sergeant said turn around men,
I'm in charge from now on
And we just made it over the big muddy
where the captain died and gone
We stripped and dived and found his
body stuck in the old quicksand
I guess she didn't know the wa ter was deeper
than the place where he'd once been
But another stream had joined the muddy, a
half a mile from where we'd gone
We weren't lucky to get out of the big muddy
when that damn fool kept yelling
To push on
You may not want to draw conclusions,
but leave that to yourself.
Maybe you're still walking,
maybe you're still talking, maybe you've still got your health
But every time I hear the news,
that old feeling comes back on
We're knee -deep in the big muddy and the
damn fools keep yellin'
So push on
Knee -deep in the big muddy and
the fools keep yellin'
Push on, waist deep in the big muddy
and the damn fools keep yellin'
Push on, waist deep, neck deep,
we'll be drownin' before too long
We're neck deep in the big muddy
and the damn fools keep yellin'
So push on