Seems like thirty years ago,
When we were young and strong,
They sent us off to a foreign land,
A place we called The Nam
Some died in the fighting,
Some died running away,
Most die more slowly,
Wounded by memories every day
Could of been from the country,
Or a city kid too
Most likely a poor boy,
Just like me and you
Some died in the fighting,
Some died running away,
Most die more slowly,
Wounded by memories every day
Hope you forgive us
Anything we done,
Remember in that evil war,
We were so very young
It don't mean nothing,
We understood,
Dropped off and forgotten
To survive the best we could
Some died in the fighting,
Some died running away,
Most die more slowly,
Wounded by memories every day
Sometimes in the midnight,
Ghosts call out to me:
And things I wish I could forget,
Just won't leave me be
Bullet wounds and shrapnel,
The young men died;
Older now its drinking,
Overdose and suicide
Some died in the fighting,
Some died running away,
Most die more slowly,
Wounded by memories every day