Xmas in February - Live at Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, 3/16/1989

This is a song about Vietnam
That called "Xmas in February"

Sam was stranded in the jungle
Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade
Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox
They were praying to be saved

All those gooks were fierce and fearless
That's the price you pay when you invade
Christmas in February

Sam lost his arm in some border town
His fingers are mixed with someone's crop
If he didn't have that opium to smoke
The pain would never ever stop

All his friends are stuffed into black body bags
With their names written on the top
Christmas in February

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 he'd join the army
Have a future that was sound
Like no Christmas in February

Sam's staring at the Vietnam wall
It's been a while now since he's home
His wife and kid are gone, he's unemployed
He's an example of the war that wasn't won

He's the guy on the street with the sign that reads
"Please help send this vet home"
But he is home
There's no Christmas in February
No matter how much he tries