Nibblin' on hardtack,
Feeling my teeth crack,
Watchin' the public walk right on by,
Shoulda been drilling,
The guys just weren't willing,
Smell that saltpork it's beginning to fry.

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Re-enactorville,
Searchin for a couple authentic pards,
Some people claim being hard core is lame,
But I know, they're all just farbs.

Don't know the reason,
I come back here each season,
With nothin' to show but this brand new sack coat,
It's the best that you can own,
The buttonholes are all hand-sewn,
When my wife saw the bill she went right for my throat.

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Re-enactorville,
Searchin for a couple authentic pards,
Some people claim being hard core is lame,
But I know, they're all just farbs.

Didn't listen to ol' sarge,
Stepped on a ground charge,
Got set on fire and sent to the rear,
But the nurse has a cooler,
And if I can fool her,
I'll try to distract her and steal me a beer.

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Re-enactorville,
Searchin for a couple authentic pards,
Some people claim being hard core is lame,
But I know, they're all just farbs.