Lyrics:
our third tour of duty
But that's all right
Yeah, that's all right
Me and my band of brothers got you covered
On the honky tonk front lines
From
done
Helping the girl out from the city
His mama goes to the local Baptist church
His daddy's buried there
His daddy did two tours of duty
And I really don't care
I've done my tour of duty
Now I'm home and I ain't going anywhere
I taught myself to tolerate the pain
All the loneliness
And I really don't care
I've done my tour of duty
Now I'm home and I ain't going anywhere
I taught myself to tolerate the pain
All the loneliness
a tour of duty she didn't sign up for"
When you can't save yourself, you save somebody else
Maybe that's how you survive
I'm runnin' away so she don't
volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new
goodbye
Got his picture in the paper and the headline read
"Come Back, All-American Kid"
Three tours of duty and a silver star
They brought him back home
volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new
In an arc of beauty busy being born
Skin on skin and my heart is torn
From the tour of duty
Heaven is here and here's my home
She is seated
volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new
Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
served a twelve-month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost every day
N-n-n-n-nineteen
(N-n-n-n-nineteen) nineteen
In Saigon a US
served a twelve-month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost every day
N-n-n-n-nineteen
(N-n-n-n-nineteen) nineteen
In Saigon a US
The body is bondage
And it's appetites moan
I think of time spent
That's just been on loan
This tour of duty
Is nearer the end
The point of no return
One tour of duty on a foreign shore.
Fightin' for his way home.
Yeah. fightin' for his way home.
Returnin' home to his native land,
Left New York
counts for everything.
Did my tour, did my duty.
I did all they asked of me.
Died in the trenches and at Alamein died in the Falklands on T.V.
Going
days of war in Vietnam
Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin
You knew he'd be covicted before he was ever tried
Did his time in Chino, then
I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home
and wasted
Prohibition blues
Tour of duty done
Now drunk ain't enough
Bringing home prejudice and hate
What you seen don't come off
Prohibition blues
Medicated
You come to me in grace and beauty
An act of war my tour of duty
You come to me, you come to me
You come to me with a heavy hand
A soldier with
was only a baby
But my mama often spoke
Of a scared young man ordered to report
During his first tour of duty
There was a knock upon our door
Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in, my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
Now
of daylight
Or a lighting attack
I do your dirty work right up in your face
A tour of duty in a waste of space
Honour bound to do your bidding
Soldiers only
away his soul and made him a machine for control
He'll turn his gun on you
Back from a tour of duty, a shattered mind and broken spirit
Now it seems so
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