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Across the Pacific Ocean Vietnam is the spot, Ten thousand miles from you, The spot that God forgot. We work, we sweat, It's more than we can stand, We're not supposed to be convicts But defenders of our land. We're members of US Armed Forces Getting very little pay, Defending people with millions For a lousy two and a half a day. Living with our memories Waiting to be with our gals Hoping all the while They haven't married our pals. Nobody knows we're living, No one gives a damn, At home we are forgotten We belong to Uncle Sam. When we die and go to heaven We'll hear St. Peter yell, "Let the boys from Vietnam through, For they have spent their time in Hell". |
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