CHICK HENDERSON’S MARCH – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music)
CHORUS
Tongues all chatter, oh the tongues all chime,
But there’s always a tongue or two that talks like mine,
Guns might rattle, oh the guns might roar,
But me and Chick Henderson are marching off to war.
And there’s no fear for where we’re going,
Be it farthest land or highest sea,
The likes of him will be out there singing,
So that’s the place for the likes of me.
If you listen hard you can hear them coming,
As they’re marching down from the whole world wide,
And he doesn’t know me from Adam,
But the hometown boys will be side by side.
And there’s a song or two we can sing together,
For to pass the time as the days go by,
They say that we’re in for wind and weather,
But it won’t be long ‘til our feet are dry.