Ameican Soldier by Toby Keith

I'm just trying to be a father,
Raise a daughter and a son,
Be a lover to their mother,
Everything to everyone.
Up and at 'em bright and early,
I'm all business in my suit,
Yeah, I'm dressed for success from my head down to my boots,
I don't do it for money, there's still bills that I can't pay,
I don't do it for the glory, I just do it anyway,
Providing for our future's my responsibility,
Yeah I'm real good under pressure, being all that I can be,
And I can't call in sick on Mondays when the weekends been to strong,
I just work straight through the holidays,
And sometimes all night long.
You can bet that I stand ready when the wolf growls at the door,
Hey, I'm solid, hey I'm steady, hey I'm true down to the core,
And I will always do my duty, no matter what the price,
I've counted up the cost, I know the sacrafice,
Oh, and I don't want to die for you,
But if dyin's asked of me,
I'll bear that cross with an honor,
'Cause freedom don't come free.
I'm an american soldier, an american,
Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand,
When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right,
I'm out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight.
American soldier, I'm an American,
An American,
An American Soldier

from the CD (no joke) "Shock'n Y'all"

The music video shows American soldiers from conflicts like the civil war, ww1, ww2, and Vietnam. It also shows U.S. troops in Iraq, as though their fight is just as noble, or even more noble, than World War 2.

Or is he just pretending?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Ok his daddy served in the army. He could have but choose not too. OK he went overseas to see the troop so have others.

I do not recall him sitting next to me on my ship in the middle of the ocean in 15 ft seas but oh well i guess he had better things to do.

and get away as quick as possible from the offending party.

(usually someone's car stereo blaring it loudly)

As an aside, sick-call is full every Monday with soldiers getting out of work because of a "too strong weekend"

Granted, he's a "support the troops and our President" Democrat, of the dixiecrat Zell Miller variety, but hey...

his own personal experience?

I think he saw one to many military movies in his time.

I served not in the army but in the navy and the movies are just that movies. The military for the most part is dull and boring.

Now I will tell you buster that I ain't a fan of Custer
And the General he don't ride well anymore

To some he was a hero but to me his score was zero
And the General he don't ride well anymore

Now Custer done his fightin' without too much excitin'
And the General he don't ride well anymore

General Custer come in pumpin' when the men were out a huntin'
But the General he don't ride well anymore

With victories he was swimmin' he killed children dogs and women
But the General he don't ride well anymore

Crazy Horse sent out the call to Sitting Bull and Gall
And the General he don't ride well anymore

Now Custer split his men well he won't do that again
Cause the General he don't ride well anymore

Twelve thousand warriors waited they were unanticipated
And the General he don't ride well anymore

It's not called an Indian victory but a bloody massacre
And the General he don't ride well anymore

There might have been more enthusin' if us Indians had been losin'
But the General he don't ride well anymore

General George A.Custer oh his yellow hair had lustre
But the General he don't ride well anymore

For now the General's silent he got barbered violent
And the General he don't ride well anymore
Oh the General he don't ride well anymore

Toby Keith, I really loathe him, the worst sort of stereotype, proudly ingorant, and dumb as owl shit to boot.

FUTK....

I can't think of a more ironic twist than to have Toby Keith help thin the herd.

Like Toby, who should raise his hand and get over there on the front line. Big Dem. that one. More nationalist than anything.

Because "Sacrifice" is misspelled.

and that stench will follow him forever. How many 18 yo kids from Buttwipe Kansas enlisted to "kill me some Iraqis" after hearing this jingoistic foul puke. Why are 1500 kids dead? Why are 100,000 Iraqi civilians rotting in their shallow graves? Because of "americans" (with a very small a) like him.

"And there's gonna be Hell,
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell!
It's gonna feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you...
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue!

Oh, Justice will be served and the battle will rage.
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
You'll be sorry that you messed with the US of A
'Cuz we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way."

to remove an evil and dangerous political adversary from power. Now that we have done that, the American troops must remain in Iraq until the country is a fully functioning democracy, able to spark change throughout the entire Middle East. While I find this obvious, there are still a lot of people in our country who fail to grasp it. I support Bush-administration foreign-policy goals, but I stand firmly against the individual men and women on the ground in the Persian Gulf.

Yes, occupying Iraq does require troops, but they are there for one reason and one reason only: to carry out the orders of the U.S. Defense Department. As far as their overall importance goes, they are no more worthy of our consideration than a box of nails. Ribbons and banners in ostensible "support" of the troops miss the whole point of the invasion, which is to gain a strategic hold over that volatile and lucrative geopolitical region.

Need I remind the reader that it is our flag, not the troops, that we salute? It is our nation-state, not a bunch of 20-year-olds in parachute pants, that deserves our allegiance. As a patriot and true American, my heart sings at the thought of the Pentagon, and the zealous, calculating measures undertaken by the proud military bureaucracy of this great superpower. I feel a surge of pride when I think about our high-tech GBU laser-guided bombs, capable of carrying a 2,000-pound warhead. I tied a ribbon around my tree for the safe return of our nation's F-16s, because our military aircraft are instrumental to finishing our work in Iraq. And on the back of my car, I have a sticker stating my support for the CIA's ongoing efforts in Iraq.

I support the occupation, and the occupation alone, because when we start to support the troops, we pave the way for irrelevant concerns about their families back at home. Before you know it, questions about who is and isn't going to be home in time for Christmas will be interfering with the crucial decision-making process of our commander-in-chief.

http://www.theonion.com/opinion/index.php?issue=4108&o=2

I think I'm going to put on "Ohio" by CSN&Y:

"Tin soldiers and Nixon comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio..."

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
Got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English and every thing's broken
And my Stacy's are soaking wet
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows
Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy
The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
And a wound that will never heal
No primadonna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers
The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight to Matilda too

-Tom Waits

My father-in-law played this for his family on Christmas Eve, wounded (shrapnel in the leg that never healed) and heading out the door for his second tour in Vietnam. He said it was about dancing with death. Wendell was a sergeant whose responsibility was to train the young soldiers so that they might return alive and in one piece.

From back in the days when country music had something to say.

Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

Chorus:
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

Repeat Chorus:

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill.

Repeat Chorus

Fuck Toby Keith.

just breaks my heart. It always makes me cry.

And my I please borrow your last line? "Fuck Toby Keith"

and pass it around.

from a chickenhawk :eyes:

Funny how he forgot there was a draft back then.

G                                    G#/A
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
    D7                                                   G
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down
                                    G#   A
And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
    D7                                                      G
But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:

                G
     Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
           G#/A
       And I always carry a purse
           D7
     I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's
               G
       getting worse
                                                   G# A
     O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old
       invalid aunt
                D7
     Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm
                            G
       working in a defense plant

I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
  I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits
  And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, and I can't touch my toes
  I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
  I'd probably start to sneeze

(chorus)

I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,
  but one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
  and that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell
  Yeah, Kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
  Well I'll be the first to go

(chorus)

Hmm, should we dedicate this one to Dick Cheney, Rush Limbaugh, Toby Keith or Ted Nugent? Maybe all four.

:grr:

You ring-wing cheer leading scumbag.