The Nam

Fell to the ground
Covers gone
After walking point
Fighting in the Mekong

Jungle weeds
Four foot high
AK-47
Fell to the ground
Fell to ground

Seemed like a long way to go
Just to watch a Bob Hope show
For a Bob Hope show

The duster rode hard
Put up wet
The wounded
The suffering
Taking on the Viet

A rice paddy became my bed
Ain't no liquor gonna ease my head
No liquor gonna ease my head

Opening up the road to Ham Tan
Down on highway one
Just north of Saigon
Ease my head
Near no mans land

Spray my agent orange
All around
To poison the land and boys
The land and the boys
To foul the ground
Near no man's land

Dandruff scales
Rashes and sores
The fuck you lizards
And big wild boars
Big wild boars

Shoot my M79 into the ground
Get naked in a storm
Biggest leeches I ever saw
I ever saw
Fire my flares into the sky
Into the sky
This is no time to die

Hear the rolling thunder
On the Ho Chi Minh trail
This ain't no comic kid
It's the real deal
This ain't no comic kid
It's the real deal
Fighting in the Mekong
On the oh chi min trail

Fighting in the Mekong
Firing in the Mekong
In the Mekong

This ain't no comic kid
It's the real deal
This ain't no comic kid
It's the real deal
It's the real deal



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Cresswell
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