Lyrics

Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me
Like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds
And I hear the cannons roar
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If they send me off to war
Well, I wanna horse in a 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
Well, 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 victory arch
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If they send me off to war
Well, I wanna good steed under me
Like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds
And I hear the cannons roar
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If they send me off to war
Well, 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 cavalryman
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If they send me off to war
And I wanna good steed under me
Like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds
And I hear the cannons roar
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If I must go off to war
Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots
And place them back to front
'Cause I won't be back on the riderless black
And I'm finished in my hunt
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
If they send me off to war
Well, I wanna be in the cavalry
But I won't ride home no more
Written by: Corb Lund, Stan Rogers
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