| I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
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| He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
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| He said is my country just a little off track
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| Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
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| But, it’s better than not coming back at all
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| Many a good man
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| I saw fall And even now,
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| every time I dream I hear the men
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| and the monkeys in the jungle scream
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| Drive on, don’t mean nothin'
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| My children love me, but they don’t understand
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| And I got a woman who knows her man
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| Drive on, don’t mean nothin', drive on
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| I remember one night,
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| Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
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| We had our 16's on rock and roll
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| But, with all that fire,
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| was scared and cold
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| We were crazy, we were wild
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| And I have seen the tiger smile
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| I spit in a bamboo viper’s face
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| And I’d be dead, but by God’s grace
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| Drive on, don’t mean nothin'
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| My children love me, but they don’t understand
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| And I got a woman who knows her man
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| Drive on, don’t mean nothin', drive on
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| It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
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| And nobody tried to be John Wayne
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| I came home, but Tex did not
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| And I can’t talk about the hit he got
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| I got a little limp now when
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| I walk Got a little tremolo when
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| I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
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| You’re a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam
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| Drive on, don’t mean nothin'
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| My children love me, but they don’t understand
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| And I got a woman who knows her man
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| Drive on, don’t mean nothin', drive on |