Said goodbye to his momma as he left South Dakota
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To fight for the red, white and blue
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He was 19 and green with a new M-16
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Just doing what he had to do
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He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble
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With the smell of napalm in the air
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And the sergeant said...look up ahead
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Like a dark evil cloud, 1,200 came down on him and 29 more
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They fought for their lives but most of them died in the 173rd Airborne
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[Chorus:]
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On the 8th of November the angels were crying
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As they carried his brothers away
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With the fire raining down and the hell all around
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There were few men left standing that day
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Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
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1965, the 8th of November
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Now he's 58 and his ponytail's gray
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But the battle still plays in his head
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He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks
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'Bout the Shrapnel they left in his leg
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He puts on a gray suit over his Airborne tattoo
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And he ties it on one time a year
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And remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one
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And swallows it down with his tears
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[Chorus]
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Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
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1965...(sixty five... five)
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On the 8th of November the angels were crying
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As they carried his brothers away
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With the fire raining down and the hell all around
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There were few men left standing that day
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[Chorus]
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8th of November...
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(8th of November)
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Said goodbye to his momma as he left South Dakota
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To fight for the red, white and blue
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He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
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Just doing what he had to do...
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8th Of November
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Big & Rich |