 Now I got a friend named Whiskes Sam
He was my boony-rat buddy from Vietnam
He said his country got a little off track
Took him 25 years to welcome me back
But its better than not coming back at all
Many a good men I saw fall
And even now every time I dream
I hear the men and the monkees, and the jungle scream
Drive on
It dont mean nothin'
My children love me, but they dont understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on
It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'
Drive on
I remember Tex and me
Raffled in on a hot L.Z
Had our sixteens on rock and roll
And we thought of that fire I was scared and cold
I was crazy, and I was wild
I have seen the Tigers smile
Spit in a bamboo Viper's face
And i'd be dead, but by Gods grace
Drive on
It dont mean nothin'
My children love me, but they dont understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on
It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'
Drive on
It was a slow walk, and a sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I cant talk about the hit he got
But I got a little limp now when I walk
And I got a little tremble o' when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
"Your a walkin, talkin miracle from Vietnam"
Drive on
It dont mean nothin'
My children love me, but they dont understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on
It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'
Drive on
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