[Chorus]
And itΓÇÖs 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 ΓÇ£You all are scum
Clinging to religion and your compensating gun,"
We tried to argue logically, our manners were polite
But all the time IΓÇÖm thinking of me little Armalite
[Chorus]
And itΓÇÖs 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
ΓÇ£Come out you cowardly criminals, come on out and fightΓÇ¥
He cried ΓÇ£IΓÇÖm only jokingΓÇ¥ when he heard the Armalite
[Chorus]
And itΓÇÖs 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
