Some of our small town boys paid a hell of price
for doing what we all thought was right
No more than babies from where I now stand sent
to a place in hell called Vietnam
Kids to young by far to buy a legal drink down
at the American Legion Bar
Kids so young they didn't have stubble enough
to shave were sent so early to their grave
We got a local Bar named after one boy,
now ain't that fine he was an old school buddy of mine
We drink our beer an shake our heads and wonder
why a good boy like Johnny is to soon dead
Why hell I knew him most all my life and I can't
remember him getting into a fight
Boys right out of high school and ready to shine
each thinking this old world is mine
My little sister married one and until he died
none of us knew he was a hero to the Red White & Blue
He left a box of medals for his only kid and
died with a head full of whisky in a burning bed
My nephew is a upstanding young man and I pray
to god he never goes to place in hell like Vietnam
Kids to young to get a loan down at the bank
but sent to die alone or walking in rank
Another young boy I knew by the name of Paul was
never in any trouble at all
He lived just outside of town and had a horse
and did well in school and never fought
Always polite and had a gentle hand then they
sent that little boy to place in hell called Vietnam
Where under orders from a crazy ####### he shot
old men, women and kids in a ditch
Culture shock well I'd say so man sent for our
home town to a place in hell called Vietnam
Boys so young and naive they'd not been around
never more than a day or so from our town
Then we find some innocent by way of time are
sent to heaven in a box or to hell in their mind
Heroes toasted in a bar that bares their name
or broken boys hung on life's wall of shame
Old man toast a man to young to buy a hard drink
for going to die for what you think
In your heart try to understand that place in
hell you sent at least one adolescent young man
We love our country and will defend her that
is true but the same does not hold true for you
You will not send your children or risk your
ass and babies dieing for you is in the past
If wars are fought let it be with men of season
all volunteers not boys all to young in years
By men who would gladly shoot the ####### that
told them to kill people in a ditch
When a sad young man stood brave to tell it all
they would stand beside him when he took the fall
Understand where he came from and what he had
been and what hell had been done to him