Song Description
Portrait of a soldier years after surviving Vietnam.
| Song Length |
4:49 |
Genre |
Blues - General, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving, Troubled |
Subject |
War, Sanity/Insanity |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1960 - 1969 |
Lyrics
He?s out in the car
With an old fruit jar
Singing 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
Come 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