Lyrics Brooke Waggoner

Brooke Waggoner

My Legionnaire

But he would read from his prayer books

That he kept in his coat with button hooks

And I dwelt with him each day

And casted glances all his way

And he, sir, had a touch of class

With his pocket watch made out of brass

And I loved the way he smelled

Like clean clothes left on the shelf

And I would brave the harsh night air

To get to him my legionnaire

And we would flee into the woods

I always knew my boy was good

And I'd pick the whipper-wills

To give to him just for thrills

And he'd buy the gold hair pins

To give to me just for grins

And I'd brave the harsh night air

To get to him my legionnaire

And we would flee into the woods

I always knew my boy was good

Oh oh my boy was good

My boy was good

Oh my boy was good

For his goodness is what won me over

Yes my legionnaire's the kindest soldier

For his goodness is what won me over

Yes my legionnaire's the kindest soldier

Oh I would brave the harsh night air

To get to him my legionnaire

And we would flee into the woods

I always knew my boy was good

And I would brave the harsh night air

To get to him my legionnaire