by Jerry Ward, lifelong buddy of Al Larson

(May be sung to The Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Onward to the courthouse

Hour by hour throughout the day

Stopping only for some fotos

Then quickly on their way.

Some people call them crazy

But those who know will say

Al and Jerry go marching on.

Glory, glory Hallelujah,

Glory, glory Hallelujah

Fine courthouses send chills through ya--

The boys go marching on.

From Floydada to Neosho

County seats go flashing by,

There was Levelland and Muleshoe

And charming Yavapai,

Kermit, Mentone, Post and Gail

Among the ones they had to try;

Al and Jerry go marching on.

Glory, glory Hallelujah,

Glory, glory Hallelujah

Fine courthouses send chills through ya--

The boys go marching on.

Day by day the miles fly by,

The boys are hustling down the road.

Big Al takes so many fotos

He almost staggers from the load.

At times they do get weary

But their necks are always bowed;

Al and Jerry go marching on.

Glory, glory Hallelujah,

Glory, glory Hallelujah

Fine courthouses send chills through ya--

The boys go marching on.

From all of this great country

Plains and mountains were the best,

Al dispensed his tons of knowledge

As they traveled through the West.

And when the day had ended

It was time to take their rest;

But Al and Jerry go marching on.

Glory, glory Hallelujah,

Glory, glory Hallelujah

Fine courthouses send chills through ya--

The boys go marching on.

These two best friends did travel

Near and far throughout the land,

At times arriving just in time

To hear the local band.

Their wandering is over now

But memories by winds are fanned--

Al and Jerry go marching on.

Al and Jerry go marching on.

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