[Intro] They issued you to me With all the other gear. Never knew you'd be the one thing I'd still be sleeping with for twenty years. [Verse 1] We met when I was young and dumb, A rifle in my hands, Sleeping in a fighting hole In some God-forsaken land. Cold as hell and soaking wet, Too tired to even move, I'd pull you from my pack at night And everything improved. You never bitched, you never quit, Never asked where we were going. Just wrapped yourself around me tight— And somehow kept me going. [Pre-Chorus] They gave me boots that hurt my feet, Gear that weighed a fucking ton. But Uncle Sam got one thing right... YOU WERE THE ONE! [Chorus] OH, WOOBIE! You kept me warm when the Corps left me cold! From a young dumb grunt To a man getting old! Through muddy fighting holes To my king-size bed, You're still the last damn thing I grab Before I rest my head! They took my youth! They took my sleep! They took many years from me! But the best damn thing The Marine Core ever gave me— WAS MY WOOBIE! [Verse 2] I've been out for twenty years, Hung up the uniform. Packed away the field gear, But you're still keeping me warm. Your colors ain't what they used to be, You're thinner than before. You've got some scars, I've got some too— That's what all those years are for. Some guys kept their dress blues, Some medals in a drawer. I've got something better That still answers to its name. One tug beneath my chin at night, And suddenly I see— A nineteen-year-old Lance Corporal Who just wants some fucking sleep! [Pre-Chorus] Semper Fi, those days still move me, But there was one thing they weren't getting from me. Turned another one in when they checked my gear— 'CAUSE MY FUCKING WOOBIE'S STAYING RIGHT HERE! [Chorus] OH, WOOBIE! You kept me warm when the Corps left me cold! From a young dumb grunt To a man getting old! Through muddy fighting holes To my king-size bed, You're still the last damn thing I grab Before I rest my head! They took my youth! They took my sleep! They took everything from me! But the best damn thing The Marine Corps ever gave me— WAS MY WOOBIE! [Verse 3] Then I met another love And somehow got a wife. She knew she'd have to share me For the remainder of her life. She can steal the comforter, Take the blankets, take the sheets. Roll herself up like a burrito— Doesn't mean a thing to me. 'Cause underneath the covers There's an old familiar friend. She's been there since before my marriage— AND SHE'LL BE THERE TILL THE END! [Bridge] Some people need a fancy quilt! Some people need Egyptian sheets! I need faded nylon Wrapped around me when I sleep! No feathers! No fleece! No thousand-dollar bedding! Just government-issued comfort— THAT SOMEHOW OUT LIVED EVERYTHING! [Breakdown] PONCHO LINER! THAT'S WHAT THE LABEL SAYS! WOOBIE! WOOBIE! THAT'S YOUR FUCKING NAME! Field op! WOOBIE! Cold night! WOOBIE! Twenty years! WOOBIE! Every night! WOOBIE! And if somebody tries to take you— THEY'RE GONNA HAVE A REALLY BAD FUCKING DAY! [Final Chorus] OH, WOOBIE! You kept me warm when the Corps left me cold! From a young dumb grunt To a Marine getting old! From dirt beneath my body To a mattress underneath, Twenty-some damn years later— YOU'RE STILL RIGHT HERE WITH ME! They can keep the boots! They can keep the pack! There's one damn piece of issued gear THEY'RE NEVER GETTING BACK! When they finally put me six feet deep, There's just one thing I'll need— Don't waste your money on a satin lining... JUST FUCKING BURY ME IN MY WOOBIE! [Outro] Faded. Beat to hell. Government issued. Still warm. Still mine. ...Goodnight, Woobie.
