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Lyrics for Bummer by Chapin Harry:
| | | Artist: | Chapin Harry |
| | Album: | Portrait Gallery | | Track: | Bummer | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 256 | | | | Lyrics: | His mama was a midnight woman
His daddy was a drifter drummer
One night they put it
together
Nine months later came the little black bummer
He was a laid back lump in
the cradle
Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a
fist in his face
So he learned not to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller
in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior
High
And the first one in school to get laid
He was a weed-speed pusher at
fifteen
He was mainlining skag a year later
He'd started pimping when they put him
away
In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater
And just like the man from the
precinct said:
"Put him away, you better kill him instead.
A bummer like that is better
of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."
They threw him
back on the street, he robbed an A & P
He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted
And
just about the time they would have caught him too
He had the damn good fortune to get
drafted
He was A-One bait for Vietnam, you see they needed more bodies in a hurry
He was a cinch to train cause all they had to do
Was to figure how to funnel his
fury
They put him in a tank near the D M Z
To catch the gooks slipping over the
border
They said his mission was to Search and Destroy
And for once he followed and
order
One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po Valley
With the ground still steaming
from the rain
There was a bloody little battle that didn't mean nothing
Except to the
few that remained
You see a couple hundred slants had trapped the other five tanks
And had started to pick off the crews
When he came on the scene and it really did seem
This is why he'd paid those dues
It was something like a butcher going berserk
Or
a sane man acting like a fool
Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done
Or a madman
blowing his cool
Well he came on through like a knife through butter
Or a scythe
sweeping through the grass
Or to say it like the man would have said it himself:
"Just a
big black bastard kicking ass!"
And just like the man from the precinct said:
"Put
him away, you better kill him instead.
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday
they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."
When it was over and the smoke had
cleared
There were a lot of V C bodies in the mud
And when the rescued men came over for
the very first time
They found him smiling as he lay in his blood
They picked up
the pieces and they stitched him back together
He pulled through though they thought he was a
goner
And it force them to give him what they said they would
Six purple hearts and the
Medal of Honor
Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said:
"Service
beyond the call of duty"
But the first soft thought was passing through his mind
"My
medal is a Mother of a beauty!"
He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his
chest
And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em
There was only a couple of things
that he was really trained for
And he found himself drifting back to 'em
Just about the
time he was ready to break
The V A stopped sending him his checks
Just a matter of time
'cause there was no doubt
About what he was going to do next
It ended up one night
in a grocery store
Gun in hand and nine cops at the door
And when his last battle was
over
He lay crumpled and broken on the floor
And just like the man from the
precinct said:
"Put him away, you better kill him instead.
A bummer like that is better
of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."
Well he'd
breathed his last, but ten minutes past
Before they dared to enter the place
And when
they flipped his riddled body over they found
His second smile frozen on his face
They found his gun where he'd thrown it
There was something else clenched in his fist
And when they pried his fingers open they found the Medal of Honor
And the Sergeant said:
"Where in the hell he get this?"
There was a stew about burying him in Arlington
So they shipped him in box to Fayette
And they kind of stashed him in a grave in the county
plot
The kind we remember to forget
And just like the man from the precinct
said:
"Put him away, you better kill him instead.
A bummer like that is better of
dead
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