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| I wanna tell you 'bout some blues I got one time,
In a little place called Vietnam. Now I guess Vietnam's about as far away from here as you can get, 'Cause it didn't seem to matter which way the jet flew. Sometimes we'd go East, sometimes West, But no matter, twenty-two hours later, There you are in Vietnam. Now I did three tours over there, Twenty-six months, In which time I came down with malaria three times, Jungle rot, immersion foot, two kinds of internal parasites, Shrapnel wound in my leg, And Agent Orange all over my body. I'm talkin' blues now, Jack. You run into two kinds of Vietnam combat veterans; Some can't talk about it, some can't stop. But there's one thing we all have in common; Sometimes we get thinkin' 'bout the guys 'n gals That didn't make it back, And we come down with a real bad case, Of the Vietnam blues. |
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| Used with Special Permission of the Author
Sarge Lintecum. Copyright © 1990, 1998 Sarge Lintecum - All Rights Reserved and may not be duplicated without permission Sarge Lintecum, I met on the Internet reading his poems. Please visit his web page as you will learn about this 3 Tour Vietnam Veteran. Learn of His Music, Publications, and much more Click on Vietnam Vet Graphic to visit, You will not be sorry you did! |
