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The bars are crowded with wasted youth
You just went, you didn’t know the truth
You don’t know that kid when you look back
You remember the music, paint it black
You had a brother in the movement and he burned his card
He’s got a job in the white house, ain’t life hard
You came back a hero on a stolen horse
You say you don’t fit in, you can’t stay the course
I may be right, don’t care if I’m wrong
It’s a veteran’s song
I may be right, don’t care if I’m wrong
It’s a veteran’s song
The band paraded playing oh gung ho
Your country needs you, you’ve got to go
When you came over they said soldier go back
When you came home they put you on the rack
Between agent orange and the jungle and fear
You’re just surviving to get out of here
You smoke some more herb and you keep your head down
Could be your number is on the next round.
(mccafferty, sweet, charlton, agnew)
Publishing copyright: m.a.c.s. music
Copyright 1986 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd., dunfermline
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