I may never march in the infantry,

ride in the calvary, shoot the artillery.

I may never fly o’er the enemy;

but I’m in the Lord’s army.

YES SIR!

I’m in the Lord’s army. YES SIR!

I’m in the Lord’s army. YES SIR!

I may never march in the infantry,

ride in the calvary, shoot the artillery.

I may never fly o’er the enemy,

but I’m in the Lord’s army.

YES SIR!