| In 1967, the draft caught up with me
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| Me and my pal Joe went off to war
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| We might find hero’s heaven
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| But we’d keep the country free
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| We would surely win just like before
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| Roy Rogers he was on his horse
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| And Buck Jones drew his gun
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| We would surely win of course
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| When the battle was all done
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| 1967, I came back alone
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| They brought Joe back in plastic on the plane
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| 1967 seems so long ago
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| But I can’t forget my friend or ease my pain
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| His family may forget him
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| His children may regret him
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| His wife may find another
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| And go on
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| His picture may grow faded
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| And the world he knew gone jaded
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| But as long as I shall live I surely know
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| I never will forget my buddy Joe
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| In 1967, the war was raging on
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| Our country was divided and reborn
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| Though I was back at home, I had never left Saigon
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| 'Cause all I got was ridicule and scorn
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| This was no place for hero’s now
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| They all seemed to resent me
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| They said, «Why did you ever go?»
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| I said, «Because they sent me»
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| 1967, they buried my friend Joe
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| And I was flashing back while people wept
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| I thought of how he saved us
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| And I watched the land-mine blow
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| And I looked down at his dog-tag that I kept
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| You’ll always be a young man
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| You always will be smiling
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| You always will be confident and true
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| Your picture may grow faded
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| And the world you knew gone jaded
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| But as long as I shall live I surely know
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| I never will forget my buddy Joe
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| Long as I shall live I surely know
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| I never will forget you buddy Joe |