| Joined the service out of school in the year of '69
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| When the Doors were ridin' on the storm, Hendrix was alive
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| And before I could blink an eye, I was sent to Vietnam
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| To teach them people democracy
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| Jesus, what a laugh
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| All across the highlands, we moved in single file
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| Lookin' for them Vietcong, I musta crawled a 1000 miles
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| But I’d only one thought on me mind
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| 'Twas your eyes of emerald green
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| My love is in New York, oh she’s the only one for me
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| I learned to smoke the opium pipe, I learned it all too well
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| Coz when the shells are bangin' in your ears
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| It stops that livin' hell
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| Then one night 6 months later
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| While in the DMZ
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| Me own dear U.S. Air Force blew the hell right out of me
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| Still I loved my country
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| I saluted the old flag
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| When you’re a boy from Woodside, Queens
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| You give it all you have
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| 'Cause I knew you’d be there waitin'
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| With your eyes of emerald green
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| My love is in New York and she’s the only one for me
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| But when I got sent home at last, they jeered and spat at me
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| They called me a fascist, said I was the enemy
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| I could’ve put up with all of that
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| 'Twas no big thing to me
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| But you killed me with one look of disgust
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| From those emerald greens
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| Now I sit down here on Broadway, this pavement is me home
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| The war is long forgotten, for those who stayed at home
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| And I wish I had me opium pipe
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| To stop that livin' hell
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| That’s goin' on inside me head, I wish it all so well
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| And the Doors still ride by on the storm
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| Hendrix hides from Joe
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| I should be history around here but where else is there to go
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| Coz I know you’re out there somewhere
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| With your eyes of emerald green
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| My love is in New York, oh she’s the only one for me |