American Experience

They treat me like a dirty dog
I have to slave down in a log
And they feed me like a hog
Oh, why did I join the C.C.C.?

I haft to work most ever day
Five bucks a month is my pay
I'm just a wasting my life away
Oh, why did I join the C.C.C.?

The Lieut. sure is hard-boiled
His hands and clothes are never soiled
When I come in all day I've toiled
Oh, why did I join the C.C.C.?

These O. D. clothes sure is hot
They'll make you scratch a whole lot
They'll make you wish you'd never got
Into this old C.C.C.

Note: the same boy wrote another parody, this time to the familiar cowboy song, of which Beeman remembered only the following verses (which he thinks were all that were composed, but isn't sure).

There's an empty cot in the barrack tonight
There's a C.C.'s head hanging low
The axe and saw hang on the wall
Now he's gone where the C.C. boys go.

There's a place for every C.C.
Where the leader takes care of his own
How happy I'll be when I leave the C.C.
And there'll be no K.P. at home.