The Fighting Line Lyrics

It had to be me of all the ones to choose The way my luck is going, I always seem to lose They're sending me to the fighting line I hope the Army don't leave me dead in my grave Hey give me a pen, I'll do the paperwork I'm the typewriter king, I'd make a damn good clerk Don't put me on the fighting line Cause I won't give you my life just to throw away They've given me furlough till they take me away But there's not enough time when you want to stay Soon it's off to the fighting line And I'll be waiting and writing home every day It's a little too long to live on borrowed time While they're having their peace talks, they're killing friends of mine I'll be running from the fighting line If it's gonna mean I'll be walking out of here alive.