Costa
Rica Mission Song?
There
were german shepards, T.J.'s, a pile of souls in need,
The
Panamanian's dark and quiet, a people to behold
The
Ticas fair and delightsome from the young unto the old
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We're
the CA Royal Army, in our white shirts and our ties
Ask
us about the Gospel, and you'll find we tell no lies
The
Nikas hate volcanoes for they've been a little shaken
The
Honduraneans amagable, if I'm not mistaken
We
sleep in flea infested beds, we shower in cold water
We
eat mondongo, platanos and things we shouldn't ought'a
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We
fight off germs and typhoid, and young geepers by the hordes,
Our
weapons are our testimonies, faith and flannel boards
Yes,
we've given up comforts, we've made the sacrifice,
Left
our steak and sirloin tips, to eat some beans and rice
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Our
fellow soldiers come and go with both hands full of tracts,
They
always look real pious and it keeps the D.L. of their backs,
Our
senior comps are swell guys, though they sometimes like to cruise,
Like
see a flick on Tues. night or take a midday snooze
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