Fort Dix Stockade (Bob Lusk) Over there, in Fort Dix. New Jersey That's where I don't want to be Over there, in that old stockade Take me back to New York City Chorus: Oh you can take me back to Brooklyn The Bronx or the Queens will be fine Just turn me loose from this old stockade I tell you buddy I won't mind Late last night, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke I was mistaken Please keep my darling safe from harm I don't want to cross the ocean Don't want to fight any rich man's war But if I ever leave this stockade Ain't never comin back no more Well talk about the food, Buddy, we don't get half enough And the guards, they treat you mean boys I tell you buddy, it's sure rough tune: Columbus Stockade (I was in the Fort Dix, New Jersey, Stockade from September 1967 to February 1968 because I refused to serve in Vietnam. I wrote this song in 1980 when I was playing with the Irish Bluegrass group 'The Green Ridge Boys'. The origional stockade has now been demolished.) BL
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