Standard guitar tuning:EADGBECapo on 3 fret
G GOne mornGin' at breakfast I said to my wife, "We've been Cev'rywhere once and some places twice." A7As I had another helping of country ham, she said, D "We ain't never been to Vietnam, And there's a bunch ofG our boys over there." So C we went to the Orient, Saigon. D7 Well, we got a Gbig welcome when we drove in To the gatesC of a place that they call Long Ben. We checA7ked in and ev'rything got kind of quiet. But a soldiDer boy said, "Just wait till tonight. Things get noisy,G things start happenin'. C Big, bad firecrD7ackers." Well, that night Gwe did about four shows for the boys And they were livin' it Cup with a whole lot of noise. We did A7our last song for the night And we crawleDd into bed for some peace and quiet. But things weren'tG peaceful and things weren't quiet. C Things were scaD7ry. Well, for a few miGnutes, June never said one word, And I Cthought at first that she hadn't heard. Then a shellA7 exploded not two miles away. She sat Dup in bed and I heard her say, "What was that?" I Gsaid, "That was a shell or a bomb." C She said, "I'm scared." ID7 said, "Me too". Well, allG night long that noise kept on, And the soundC would chill you right to the bone. The bullA7ets and the bombs and the mortar shells D Shook our bed ev'ry time one fell and it never let up. G It was gonna get worse before it gotC any better. D7 Well, when the sun came uGp, the noise died down. We got a few miCnutes sleep and we were sleepin' sound. Then a soldieA7r knocked on our door and said, Last nighDt they brought in 7 dead and 14 wounded. G And would we come down to the base hCospital and see the boys. Yeah. D7 So, we went Gto the hospital ward by day C And ev'ry night we were singin' away. Then the shellsA7 and the bombs till dawn again, And the helicoDpters brought in the wounded men. GNight after night, day after day, comin' aCnd goin'. D7 So, we sadlyG sang for them our last song C And reluctantly we said, "So long." We didA7 our best to let 'em know that we care For ev'rDy last one of 'em that's over there. Wether we belGong over there or not, Somebody over here loves 'Cem and needs 'em. D7 Well, now, that's aGbout all that there is to tell About that Clittle trip into livin' hell. And if I everA7 go back over there anymore, I hope there's none ofD our boys there for me to sing for. I hope that war isG over with And they all come bacCk home to stay in peace. D7 G
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