My Uncle Sam

Written by: M. D. Gifford II

Seems as though my travels brought, me, here
Don’t know where, or why, or how
My Uncle Sam has dropped, me, here
Says I got nothing left to fear
I’ll do my job, as best I can
And I’ll do my job, as best I can

But there’s no, guarantee, for tomorrow
Seems as though my troubles brought me here
Can’t place a where, a why, or how
My handy hands scripted me right here
Documents put me in the, high gear

I’ll do my job, as best I can
I’ll do my job, as best I can

But there’s no, guarantee, for tomorrow
But there’s no, guarantee, for tomorrow

Enough for now resurface my own peers
Don’t know where, or why, or how
My bloody man, it’s just so un-fair
Visions have made me single tears

And I’ll do my job, as best I can
I’ll do my job, as best I can

But there’s no, no guarantee see, for tomorrow

Seems as though my master led me here
Can’t place a where, or why, or how
My brother in arms graced this great, affair
Never lost or will to break my stare

I’ll do my job, as best I can
And I’ll do my job, as best I can

But there’s no, guarantee, for tomorrow
But there’s no, guarantee, for tomorrow
No, no, no, there’s no, guarantee, for tomorrow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, there’s no, no guarantee, for tomorrowf