Trace Adkins. Semper Fi

He sat in that long line of barber chairsThe Sergeant asked him, son, would you like to keep your hair?He said, yes sir as he heard those clippers buzzing homeThe sergeant said, well hold out your hands, cuz here it comes.Semper Fi, do or dieSo gung ho, to go and pay the priceHeres to Leathernecks, Devildogs, and JarheadsParris Island in July, Semper FiCourtesy of liriklagu.asiaI sleep in my