Now, when I's stealin', 'cross the deep blue sea
Lord, I was worryin' with those submarines
Worryin' with those submarines
Hey, hey, hey, hey
My home in the trenches, livin' in a big dugout
Lord, my home in the trenches livin' in a big dugout
Home in the trenches livin' in a big dugout
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We went a hikin', to the firin' line
Lord, I was standin' hearin' mens were cryin'
Standin' hearin' mens were cryin'
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We went a hikin', to old Montsec Hill
Lord, forty thousand soldiers called out to drill
Forty thousand soldiers called out to drill
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I went to Belgium, blowed my bugle horn
Lord, time I blowed, motherless Germany gone
Time I blowed, motherless Germany gone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We went to Berlin, went with all our will
Lord, if the whites don't get him the niggers certainly will
White 'uns don't get him the niggers certainly will
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Last old word, heard old Kaiser say
Lord, he was callin' them Germans, Lord, way long away
Callin' them Germans, Lord, way long away
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Here she come, with her headlight down
Lord, here she comes with her headlight down
Here she come with her headlight down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
The Belgian women: "No, I no comprend"
Lord, women in France hollerin' "No comprend"
Women in France hollerin' "No comprend"
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Rainin' here, stormin' on the sea
Lord, rainin' here stormin' on the sea
Rainin' here stormin' on the sea
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Whistle's blowin', big bell sadly tones
Lord, a-many soldiers, Lord, is dead and gone
Many a soldier, Lord, is dead and gone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Called him in the mornin', chase him in the night
Lord, hit 'im in the head, make him treat the Americans right
Hit 'im in the head make him treat the Americans right
Hey, hey, hey, hey
NOTE:
John (Big Nig) Bray was a country blues singer and guitarist, who was recorded by the Library of Congress near Morgan City, Louisiana, in 1934.