Got on a plane in 'Frisco
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And got off in Vietnam
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I walked into a different world
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The past forever gone
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I could have gone to Canada
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Or I could have stayed in school
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But I was brought up differently
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I couldn't break the rules
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Thirteen months and fifteen days
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The last ones were the worst
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One minute I'd kneel down and pray
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And the next I'd stand and curse
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No place to run to
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Where I did not feel that war
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When I got home I stayed alone
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And checked behind each door
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Cuz I'm still in Saigon
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Still in Saigon
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I am still in Saigon
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In my mind
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The ground at home was covered in snow
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And I was covered in sweat
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My younger brother calls me a killer
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And my daddy calls me a vet
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Everybody says I'm someone else
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And I'm sick and there's no cure
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Damned if I know who I am
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There was only one place I was sure
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When i was still in Saigon
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Still in saigon
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I am still in saigon
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In my mind
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Every summer when it rains
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I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
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I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
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Afraid some day I'll go insane
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That's been ten long years ago
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And time has gone on by
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Now and then I catch myself
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Eyes searching through the sky
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All the sounds of long ago
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Will be forever in my head
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Mingled with the wounded cries
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And the silence of the dead
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'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
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Still in Saigon
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I am still in Saigon
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In my mind
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I am still in Saigon
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I am still in Saigon
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Yes, I'm still in Saigon
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In my mind
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Still In Saigon
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
