I'm over here, dug in so far from home
And I got sand in my shirt, got it in my shoes
Can't get no this and I can't get no that
Just what he wanted I did not know
Got them low down, dried out desert blues, yes I do
Sand in my collar, got the sand in my hair
I hope somebody's thinking about me
Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze
Joined up in the army where it was hard to find
If I get back home, I hope, I never see no more guns
I got the sand in my collar, got the sand in my hair
Lookin' all around try and see what's going on
And here across the ocean
Can't get no, you know, I don't even know where it's at
Got them low down, dried out desert blues, yes I do, how, how, how
End up over here, got my young ass on the line
Uncle George calling said I had to go
Especially that sweet little woman of mine
I left some of my good friends behind
Got it in my pockets, got it everywhere
And I got sand in my shirt, got it in my shoes
But I'll be right here until my work is done
Got it in my pockets, got it everywhere
