Up in The Morning Got A Letter in The Mail

The following is a short collection of cadences.
Since many people sing them differently, you probably

have heard different versions of each of these. There is (virtually) no right or wrong, the only thing that matters is
what sounds good, keeps people in step and motivated!
UP IN THE MORNING
GOT A LETTER IN THE MAIL
Up in the morning with the rising sun,

Gonna run, run, run till the day is done.
Up in the morning at the break of day,
Navy living is the only way.
Got a letter in the mail,

Go to war or go to jail!
Got a letter in the maiaiail,
Go to war or go to jail.
C130
So I asked him where to sign,

He said to sign on the dotted line.
So I asked him where to siiign,
He said to sign on the dotted line.
C130 rollin down the strip,

Bravo companys gonna take a little trip.
Mission top secret, destination unknown,
Dont even know if were ever coming home.
Just when you think the trip will never end,
Light goes green and the jump begins.
Stand up, buckle up, shuffle to the door,
Jump right out at a count of four.
One, two, three, four!
What are you waiting for.
Five, six, seven, eight!
Pull the cord and dont and dont be late.
If I die in a combat zone,
Box me up and ship me home.
Pin my medals upon my chest,
Tell my mama I done my best.
Tell my girl friend not to cry,
The Navy way is to do or die.
CAPTAIN JACK
Hey, Captain Jack!
Meet me down by the railroad track.
With my seabag in my hand,
I want to be your sailin man!
Your sailin man,
The best that I can,
For Uncle Sam!
Hey, Captain Jack!
Meet me down by the railroad track.
With my rifle in my hand,
I want to be your shottin man!
Your Shottin man,
Your sailin man,
The best that I can,
For Uncle Sam!
Etc., etc.
Feelin fine and lookin good,

We outta be in Hollywood!
Feelin fine and lookin goood,
We outta be in Hollywood!
See the Seabee on the hill,
Locked and loaded and ready to kill.
See the Seabee on the hiiill,
Locked and Loaded and ready to kill.
Momma, momma dont you cry,
Your baby isnt gonna die.
Momma, momma dont you cryyyy,
Your baby isnt gonna die.
See the father by the grave,
Cause the Seabee was so brave.
See the father by the graaave,
Cause the Seabee was so brave.
HEY ARMY
Hey Army!
Where are you goin (or Back packin Army, etc.)
Get in your tanks and follow me,
We are the US Navy!
Hey Air Force!
Nine to Five Air Force. (or always on the golf course)
Get in your planes and follow me,
We are the US Navy!
Hey Coast Guard!
You dont even work hard! (Puddle pirate Coast Guard)
Get in your boats and follow me,
We are the US Navy.
MAMA, MAMA
THEY SAY THAT IN THE NAVY
Mama, Mama Cant you see,

What the Navys doin to me.
Took away my Cadillac.
Ive got my seabag on my back.
Took away my Nike shoes,
Now Im wearin Navy blues.
Took away my faded jeans,
Now Im wearin Seabee greens.
They say that in the Navy, the coffees mighty fine,

It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine.
Oh, oh I want to go home,
But they wont let me go!
Oh, oo, Oh, oo, Oh, oo, Oh, oo, Oh, Hey!
GRAND MAMA
They say that in the Navy, the pay is mighty fine.

They give you a hundred dollars and take back ninety
nine!
When my grand mama was ninety one,

She did PT just for fun.
When my grand mama was ninety two,
She did PT better than you.
Singin Left righty left right
They say that in the Navy the chickens mighty fine

One jumped on the table and started markin time!
Etc., etc.
When my grand mama was ninety three,

She did PT better than me.
When my grand mama was ninety four,
She did PT and she begged for more
Singin. . .
When my grand mama was ninety five,
She did PT just to stay alive.
When my grand mama was ninety six,
She did PT just for kicks
Singin. . .
When my grand mama was ninety seven,
She up and died and she went to heaven.
When my grand mama was ninety eight,
She did PT at the pearly gate.
Singin. . .
BACKWOODS JOHNNY
Backwoods Johnny was a wrestlin fool,
Wrestled alligators on the way to school.
Rub em on the belly,
Throw em in a sack.
Went off to school with that gator on his back.
Teacher saw him coming,
Jumped up in the chair.
Said to little Johnny,
Get that Gator outta here!
Johnny just smiled and sat down in his seat,
Said, You better mind your manners cause my gator
wants to eat!
JOHNNY B. GOODE
SEABEE
(During the chorus, everyone sings the BOLD)
Seabee, seabee, thats my name,

We Build We Fight! our claim to fame!
Started back in Forty-two,
They made John Wayne; I wanted to be one too!
Down in Louisiana, down in New Orleans,

Back up in the woods among the evergreens.
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B.
Good.
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell.
So they swam across the ocean into Tokyo,

Told Hiro Hito just where he should go!
Fought the Reds in Korea and Vietnam,
A few years later we whooped Saddam!
Go, go,
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go, Johnny go go, go
Go, go Johnny go go go go
Johnny B. Goode!
WHEN I GET TO. . .
He used to carry his guitar in a burlap sack,

Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Engineers could see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' to the rhythm that the driver made.
People passing by you know they'd stop and say,
Oh my but that little country boy sure can play!
I replied with a whole lot of anger,

Blood and guts and a little bit of danger!
Go, go,
Johnny B. Goode!
His mama told him, One day you will be a man,
And You will be the leader of a big old band!
People gonna come from miles around,
To listen to you play it till the sun goes down.
One day maybe your name gonna be in lights,
Sayin' Johnny B. Good tonight!
Go, go,
Johnny B. Goode
When I get to Cuba,

Castros gonna say,
Howd you get to Cuba,
In only one day?
When I get to Iraq,

Saddams gonna say,
Howd you get to Iraq,
In only one day?
When I get to Kosovo,
Milosavitch will say,
Howd you get to Kosovo,
In only one day?
When I get to Heaven,
Saint Peters gonna say,
Howd you Earn your living?
How did you earn your pay?
When I get to Hell,
Satans gonna say,
Howd you Earn your living?
How did you earn your pay?
I replied as I clutched my knife,
Get out of my way or else Ill take your life!
This is of course, just a small sample of the cadences that are out there. BE CREATIVE! Hopefully this will be
useful and can keep us from just singing, Left, Right, Left for miles on end. If you have any questions about what
tune goes with what song, please feel free to contact me! LT(jg) Timothy Marinelli, CEC, USN

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The following is a short collection of cadences.

Since many people sing them differently, you probably

GOT A LETTER IN THE MAIL

Up in the morning with the rising sun,

Got a letter in the mail,

So I asked him where to sign,

C130 rollin down the strip,

Feelin fine and lookin good,

THEY SAY THAT IN THE NAVY

Mama, Mama Cant you see,

They say that in the Navy, the coffees mighty fine,

They say that in the Navy, the pay is mighty fine.

When my grand mama was ninety one,

They say that in the Navy the chickens mighty fine

When my grand mama was ninety three,

(During the chorus, everyone sings the BOLD)

Seabee, seabee, thats my name,

Down in Louisiana, down in New Orleans,

So they swam across the ocean into Tokyo,

WHEN I GET TO. . .

He used to carry his guitar in a burlap sack,

I replied with a whole lot of anger,

When I get to Cuba,

When I get to Iraq,

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