[Chorus]

And it’s down in Blacksburg Forest is where I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Luau company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
A mag of ammunition for me little Armalite

[Verse 1]
We were insulted by the governor, he said “You all are scum
Clinging to religion and your compensating gun,"
We tried to argue logically, our manners were polite
But all the time I’m thinking of me little Armalite

[Chorus]
And it’s down in the swampland is where I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Boogaloo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
A drum of ammunition for me little Armalite

[Verse 2]
Well this brave State Policeman came marching up our street
Six hundred National Guardsman he had lined up at his feet
“Come out you cowardly criminals, come on out and fight”
He cried “I’m only joking” when he heard the Armalite

[Chorus]
And it’s down in Appalachia is where I long to be
Lying in the dark with an Igloo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
A crate of ammunition for me little Armalite