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Hes out in the car With an old fruit jar Singin' the blues to the dash With his old porkpie hat And a cigarette pack That he pulled from the corner street trash And I guess you could say Im okay At least thats what hell say Hell say, its what I deserve Cause I just lost my nerve In the jungle in 1968
Ive got noise in my ears For the last 30 years Ive been losing myself by degrees My memorys shot But I dont miss it a lot And I drink from this jar when I please I guess you could say Im okay That Im lucky to be here today But that buddy of mine Hes been doing time In the jungle since 1968
Chorus: Go on, sing me the blues Cause Im sick to the bone Whats it to you? Lets drink to the ones who came home
Well, Im long on regret But Ill never forget How I jumped at the chance to be brave I was young and nave And I really believed The war was worth what we gave And I guess you could say Im okay, But I wish it would just go away Oh, this hole in my heart Where I got blown apart In the jungle in 1968
Repeat Chorus
[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]
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