I was out on the leave at the time just duckin' the fog nosin' around like a hungry dog
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In that crazy place called Washington DC
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I saw a crowd of people on the White House lawn all carrying signes about VietNam
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So I went over to see what was goin' on
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It was a strange looking bunch but then I never could understand some people
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Oh a fellow came to me with a list in his hand he said we're gatherin' names to send
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The telegram of sympathy then he handed me a pen
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I said I reckon this is goin' to kids and wives
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My friends over there who're givin' their lives
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He said ah ah buddy this is goin' to Ho-Chi-Min
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I said Ho-Chi who he said Ho-Chi-Min people's leader North VietNam
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Oh I wasn't really sure I was hearin' him right
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I though I'd better move before I got in a fight
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Cause my ears were hurtin' and my ball started hit my lick
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Then I thought of another telegram that I've just read
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Tellin' my buddy's wife that her husband was dead
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It wasn't too long till I was feelin' downright sick
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Another held the sign that said we won't fight
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I thought to myself boy ain't that right
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To leave a lot of our soldiers die instead
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I said it's a shame that every man who ever died up there that far off land
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Was dyin' for that you wouldn't have to wake up dead
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Course he looked at me like I was kinda crazy just another warmonger
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Oh I left that place and I went downtown and hit first bar that I'd found
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To cool myself off and pacify my brain
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You see I was on orders to VietNam little old place just north to Saigon
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Had about an hour to catch myself a plane
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So all I mean to say is I don't like dyin' either but man I ain't gonna crawl
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Vietnam Blues
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Dave Dudley |