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He’s out in the car With an old fruit jar Singin' the blues to the dash With his old porkpie hat And a cigarette pack That he pulled from the corner street trash And I guess you could say I’m okay At least that’s what he’ll say He’ll say, it’s what I deserve Cause I just lost my nerve In the jungle in 1968
I’ve got noise in my ears For the last 30 years I’ve been losing myself by degrees My memory’s shot But I don’t miss it a lot And I drink from this jar when I please I guess you could say I’m okay That I’m lucky to be here today But that buddy of mine He’s been doing time In the jungle since 1968
Chorus: Go on, sing me the blues Cause I’m sick to the bone What’s it to you? Let’s drink to the ones who came home
Well, I’m long on regret But I’ll never forget How I jumped at the chance to be brave I was young and naïve And I really believed The war was worth what we gave And I guess you could say I’m okay, But I wish it would just go away Oh, this hole in my heart Where I got blown apart In the jungle in 1968
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[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]
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