92Y

[Verse 1] Out in the yard, under the big old sky, Lies a world of gear where the stakes are high. Boots lined up and rucksacks too, 92 Yankees got a job to do. [Chorus] They keep the wheels turning, the fire bright, Supplying the fight in the dead of night. From bullets to beans, they handle it all, With a steady hand and a roll call. [Verse 2] There’s a young sergeant, clipboard in hand, Checking every crate that lands in the sand. Orders fly in, and pallets stack high, No room for error, no time to ask why. [Chorus] [Bridge] When the radio calls, they’re ready to move, Every supply run, they’ve got something to prove. Through dust and rain, they pave the way, So every soldier's ready for the break of day. ready for the break of day. [Verse 3] In the quiet hum of a midnight haul, There’s a pride that grows, and it touches them all. A badge of honor, unseen but known, In the heart of the brave, where trust is grown. [Chorus] They keep the wheels turning, the fire bright, Supplying the fight in the dead of night. From bullets to beans, they handle it all, With a steady hand and a roll call. 92 Yankees got a job to do. Job to do. [Fade Out]