Surgery
Blood, blood everywhere
Some will die and they don't care
0530 to 1730 next day
It's my duty to obey
We do what we can in this foreign land
It won't be enough don't they understand
There's surgery day and night
Oh why, Mr Johnson, are we in this fight?
Always tired, no need to rest
We all, always give our best
Is the best good enough, sometimes not
We are in a land that America forgot
Not enough time in any one day
To take care of some who come here to stay
Blood, blood everywhere
Many will die and they don't care
Jim 1968
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