agent orange spread across
Hendrix played on some foreign
they were praying to be saved
Sam lost his arm in some border town
his fingers are mixed with
If he didn't have that opium to smoke
the pain would never ever stop
Half his friends are stuffed
with their names printed at the top
Sammy was a short order cook in a
short order black and blue collar town
Everybody worked the steel mill but
the steel mill got closed down
He thought if he joined the Army
he'd have a fu ture that was sound
It's been a while now that he's home
His wife and kid have left,
He's a reminder of the war
He's the guy on the street
"Please help send this Vet home"
And there's no Xmas in February
