I don't know what I knew before the smoke was in my uniform,
The devil's tail, the whale of York, the brown saloons and candy whores,
I'm glad I've got your quills in me, that open road was killing me,
Some master's voice was willing me to roam.
My one, my only,
My one, my only,
My one only love I'll be home.
I don't know what He grew before the giants and the unicorns,
But the trumpets and the gallop horns are blowing in a minor chord,
So let your tear drops fall away, the open road is calling me,
And I am bound for Albany and Rome.
CHORUS
And he'll be in the suden land, the day that great Gibralter falls,
The fusselliers of Arlemagne, the warriors and clones,
But I'll keep that in my memory, and I'll give you the rest of me,
And I will do my best to leave the foreign girls alone.
CHORUS
