| Spoken:
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| «Ahhh…
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| Let’s do that again
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| Do you believe that?»
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| Well, when I landed in Vietnam
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| I hardly got to see Saigon
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| They shaped us up and called the roll
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| And off we went on a long patrol
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| Swappin' lies, swattin' flies
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| Firin' the odd shot here and there
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| The Captain called a halt that night
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| And we had chow by the pale moon light
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| A lovely dinner they’d planned for us
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| With a taste like a seat on a crosstown bus
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| Some of the veterans just left theirs layin' in the can
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| For the Viet Cong to find
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| Deadlier than a land mine
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| Hmmmm…
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| Naturally somebody told a joke
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| And a couple of the fellows began to smoke
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| I took a whiff as the a cloud rolled by
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| And my nose went up like an infield fly
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| The Captain, this blonde fellow from Yale looked at
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| Me and said «What's a matter wit chu, baby?» |
| (ghetto dialect)
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| Well I may be crazy, but I think not;
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| I swear to God that I smell pot!
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| But who’d have pot in Vietnam?
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| He said, «Whaddaya think you been sittin' on?»
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| These funny little plants…
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| Thousands of 'em
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| Good God Almighty!
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| Pastures of plenty!
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| So we all lit up and by and by
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| The whole platoon was flyin' high
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| With a beautiful smile on the Captain’s face
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| He smelled like midnight on St. Mark’s Place
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| Cleanin' his weapon
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| Chantin' sumpin' about Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna
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| The moment came
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| As it comes to all
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| When I had to answer nature’s call
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| I was stumbing around in a beautiful haze
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| When I met a little cat in black pj’s
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| Rifle; |
| ammo belt; |
| BF Goodrich sandals
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| He looked up at me and said «What's a matter wit chu, baby?»
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| (sounding just like the Captain had)
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| He said we’re campin' down the pass
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| And smelled you people blowin' grass
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| And since, by the smell, you’re smoking trash
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| I brought you a taste of a special stash
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| Straight from Uncle Ho’s victory garden
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| We call it Hanoi Gold
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| So his squad and my squad settled down
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| Passin' lovely stuff around
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| All too soon it was time to go
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| The Captain got on the radio
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| Said «Hello headquarters?, Helloo, ahh, Headquarters?
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| We have met the enemy and he has been smashed!» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talking Vietnam Potluck Blues, artist - Tom Paxton. Album song The Best Of Tom Paxton: I Can't Help Wonder Wher I'm Bound: The Elektra Years, in the genre