A tribute to an old friend
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A song for a friend, who was Special Forces in Cambodia in the early years of the Viet-Nam conflict, and who I am grateful shared some of his "free time" with me.
Lyrics
The lurp laid lazy as the jungle burned down
Then they buckled for their dust ‘til the dirt ran brown
Some got Hearts, ‘most their mamas got flags
When the freedom bird brought ‘em home
He rode hogs drove trucks over sixty-six
Fought cowboys for fun, out on highway one
taught pious to fight, for belief in rags
He found the End to coming home.
He always said “It ain’t nothin’
you gotta’ get there on your own.
Free time ain’t always an easy ride,
I ain’t waitin’ on a welcome home.”
The green beanie sits quiet on a shelf
Old mesquite stands in burning sun
The clean heat eases old scars’ pain
His VA scrips take him home.
Refrain
he never calls the red bluffs home
the piece of sky he made his own
he wonders if he missed his Kool-Aid ride
when winged cowboys brought him home
Refrain
Boys, I ain’t watin’ on a welcome home.
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