Well, he smoked those Camel cigarettes about three packs a day   Nicotine stains on his fingers when he'd stretch them out to play   That old midnight special is one he loved to do   Then he'd sing, "I'm walking the floor over you"      TV preachers and welfare checks for him just had no place   But he'd take his time to tune real good when he sang 'Amazing Grace'   He'd say, "Boys I'm old and crazy but I still give a damn   And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam"      He'd drag out that old uniform and say, "They used to call me slim"   He never could get it buttoned up but the pride looked good on him   He still feels the way he felt over forty years ago   Here's to the old man, here's to G.I.Joe      He only sang the old songs, he's standing still in time   My Phillipino baby, right there on his mind   Then he'd talk about the big one, the war we didn't lose   He'd pick a little bit like Travis, re-enlistment blues      He'd drag out that old uniform and say, "They used to call me Slim"   He never could get it buttoned up but the pride looked good on him   Oh, he still feels the way he felt over forty years ago   Here's to the old man, here's to G.I.Joe   Here's to my old man and all the G.I. Joes