| Lyrics: | Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan.
Went out to fight the good fight in South
Vietnam,
Went out to fight for peace, liberty and all,
Went out to fight for equality,
hope, let's go,
And the war drags on.
Found himself involved in a sea of blood and
bones,
Millions without faces, without hope and without homes.
And the guns they grew
louder as they made dust out of bones
That the flesh had long since left just as the people
left their homes,
And the war drags on.
They're just there to try and make the
people free,
But the way that they're doing it, it don't seem like that to me.
Just more
blood-letting and misery and tears
That this poor country's known for the last twenty
years,
And the war drags on.
Last night poor Dan had a nightmare it seems.
One
kept occurring and re-occurring in his dream:
Cities full of people burn and scream and
shoutin' loud
And right over head a great orange mushroom cloud.
And there's no more
war,
for there's no more world,
And the tears come streaming down.
Yes, I lie crying
on the ground |
