The next song I’m gonna do is a song that I wrote for my friends who had to go off and fight in Viet-nam
They left as boys, but they came back as old man
But they were the lucky once, because many of them didn’t come back at all
The song is called Goodnight Saigon
We met as soul mates, on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives
We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbеred corpses
And we lеarned fast, to travel light
Our arms were heavy, but our bellies were tight
We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might
We had no cameras, to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood, on every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day, in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night, seemed to last as long as six weeks on Parris Island
We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
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