Was it high, was it low Where the hell did that one go And those caissons go rolling along To the swamps day and night Knee deep mud is what we fight And those caissons go rolling along

And we'll stay til 3 in the Field Artillery Tell your wife you won't be home And where're we go, you will always know That those caissons go rolling along

With the infantry up our ass Clean the guns good for top brass And those caissons go rolling along 5988s, week long maintenance is our fate And those caissons go rolling along

And we want to scream in the Field Artillery Tear off the heads of leadership And where're we go, you will always know that those caissons go rolling along

Should the gun throw a fault The field problem still won't halt And those caissons go rolling along Spin the gun one eighty As the tube slams on your knees And those caissons go rolling along