Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born On The Fourth Of July, artist - Tom Paxton. Album song Best Of The Vanguard Years, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
Born On The Fourth Of July |
As a schoolboy I played with a plastic grenade |
It was gray and with caps it was loaded |
In the dirt we would cry and dramatically die |
As it flew to the air and exploded |
As a young man my dream was to be a marine |
My flag was worth all I could bring it |
The country was young, when the anthem was sung |
Well it gave me the goosebumps to sing it |
I was born on the fourth of July |
No one more loyal than I |
When my country said so I was ready to go |
And I wish I’d been left there to die |
When I landed in 'Nam, I was Great Uncle Sam |
I was fighting for God and my mother |
And I knew what to do when my first tour was through |
I signed up and went back for another |
But it all tumbled down when we ambushed the town |
In the night how the metal was flying |
We blew it to hell, really did our job well |
But just women and kids did the dying |
I was born on the fourth of July |
No one more loyal than I |
When my country said so I was ready to go |
And I wish I’d been left there to die |
In the damn DMZ, it all ended for me |
The fighting broke out and we scattered |
One shot hit my heel, the last thing I feel |
The next hit my spine and it shattered |
In my hospital bed I could hear what was said |
And the word will stay with me forever |
With my whole life ahead, my body was dead |
And the word they were using was never |
I was born on the fourth of July |
No one more loyal than I |
When my country said so I was ready to go |
And I wish I’d been left there to die |
Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town |
To watch the young girls and their lovers |
And my mind is afire, it’s alive with desire |
Christ, I’d barely begun, now it’s over |
In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife |
I’m supposed to be cheerful and stoic |
I’m your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you |
Clean-cut, paralysed and heroic |
I was born on the fourth of July |
No one more loyal than I |
When my country said so I was ready to go |
And I wish I’d been left there to die |