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| Still in Saigon ........ Charlie Daniels Band
....got on a plane in Frisco and got off in Vietnam ....walked into a different world the past were ever gone I could have gone to Canada, or I could have stayed in School But I was brought up differently, I couldn't break the rules Thirteen months and fifteen days...the last ones were the worst One minute I'd kneel down and pray, the next I'd stand and curse No place to run to where I did not feel that war When I got home , I stayed alone and checked behind each door Cause I'm still in Saigon...still in Saigon...I am still in Saigon...in my mind The ground at home was covered in snow and I was covered with sweat My younger brother called me a killer and my daddy called me a vet Everybody says I'm someone else, that I'm sick and there's no cure Damned if I know who I am ...there was only one place I was sure... when I was still in Saigon...still in Saigon...I am still in Saigon, in my mind Every summer when it rains...I'd smell the jungle...I hear the planes I can't tell no one...I feel ashamed...I pray someday I'll go insane... That's been ten long years ago...and time has gone on by But now and then I catch myself...eyes searching through the sky... all the sounds of long ago ...be forever in my head... mingled with the wounded cries and the silence of the dead... cause I'm still in Saigon....still in Saigon....I'm still in Saigon....in my mind... I am still in Saigon...I am still in Saigon...yes I'm still in Saigon....in my mind .....still in Saigon........ |
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| STILL IN SAIGON |
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