Mamas, Don’t Let Your Daughters Grow Up to be Soldiers

Soldiers they tell us are serving our nation,

But their world is one brimming with sexual predation

With long separations in tours overseas;

With no rudder for the right way.

If you don’t look out when he’s all liquored up,

There’ll sure be the devil to pay.

Mamas, don’t let your daughters grow up to be soldiers.

Don’t let ‘em dig foxholes and thrust bayonets.

Don’t let ‘em live lives that are full of regrets.

Mamas, don’t let your daughters grow up to be soldiers,

‘Cause it’ll make ‘em real coarse, more prone to divorce

And generally, just preyed upon.

Feminists will tell them they’re making a statement for equality,

But statements are no substitute for what’s more natural to be.

What you don’t know can sure hurt you and mistakes you make

When young can hurt for a long time.

Beware the siren’s song and those who don’t know right from wrong.

That bed you lie in should be well made.

Mamas, don’t let your daughters grow up to be soldiers.

Don’t let ‘em dig foxholes and thrust bayonets.

Don’t let ‘em live lives that are full of regrets.

Mamas, don’t let your daughters grow up to be soldiers,

‘Cause it’ll make ‘em real coarse, more prone to divorce

And generally, just preyed upon.

David Martin

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