Biography:
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Other songs:
- A Game In Town Like This
- Alberta Says Hello
- Always Keep An Edge On Your Knife
- Bible On The Dash
- Blood Sweat And Water
- Counterfeit Blues
- Devils Best Dress
- Dig Gravedigger Dig
- Drink It Like You Mean It
- Especially A Paint
- Family Reunion
- Five Dollar Bill
- Gonna Shine Up My Boots
- Good Copenhagen
- Gothest Girl I Can
- Guitar From The Wall
- Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer
- Heavy And Leaving
- Horse Soldier Horse Soldier
- I Wanna Be In The Cavalry
- I Wanna Be In The Cavalry Reprise
- Little Foothills Heaven
- Long Gone To Saskatchewan
- One Left In The Chamber
- Pour Em Kinda Strong
- Priceless Antique Pistol Shoots Startled Owner
- R
- Roughest Neck Around
- Run This Town
- September
- She Wont Come To Me
- Student Visas
- Sunbeam
- Switch To Whiskey
- Talkin Veterinarian Blues
- The Horse I Rode In On
- The Truth Comes Out
- This Is My Prairie
- Time To Switch To Whiskey
- Truck Got Stuck
- Washed Up Rock Star Factory Blues
- You Aint A Cowboy If You Aint Been Bucked Off
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G C Em
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
C G D
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
G C Em
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
C G D G
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
well,I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict’ry arch
Chorus
Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav’lryman
Chorus
Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
Cause I won’t be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
C G D
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
G C Em
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
C G D G
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
well,I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict’ry arch
Chorus
Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav’lryman
Chorus
Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
Cause I won’t be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more
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