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I got a friend named |
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Whiskey Sam |
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He was my boonierat buddy for a year in |
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NamHe said is my country just a little off track |
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Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back |
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But, it's better than not coming back at all |
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Many a good man |
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I saw fall |
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And even now, every time |
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I dreamI hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream |
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Drive on, it don't mean nothin' |
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My children love me , but they don't understand |
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And I got a woman who knows her man |
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Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on |
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I remember one night, |
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Tex and me |
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Rappelled in on a hot |
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L.ZWe had our 16's on rock and roll |
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But, with all that fire, |
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I was scared and cold |
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We were crazy, we were wild |
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And I have seen the tiger smile |
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I spit in a bamboo viper's face |
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And I'd be dead , but by |
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God's grace |
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Drive on, it don't mean nothin' |
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My children love me , but they don't understand |
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And I got a woman who knows her man |
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Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on |
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It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain |
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And nobody tried to be |
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John Wayne |
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I came home, but |
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Tex did not |
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And I can't talk about the hit he got |
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I got a little limp now when |
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I walkGot a little tremolo when |
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I talkBut my letter read from |
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Whiskey Sam |
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You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from |
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VietnamDrive on, it don't mean nothin' |
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My children love me , but they don't understand |
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And I got a woman who knows her man |
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Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on |
