I got a friend named Whiskey Sam He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam He said is my country just a little off track Took ’em twenty-five years to welcome me back But it’s better than not coming back at all Many a good man I saw fall And even now every time I dream I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream | |Drive on it don’t mean nothin’ | |My children love me but they don’t understand | |And I got a woman who knows her man | |Drive on don’t mean nothin’ drive on I remember one night Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16’s on rock and roll But with all that fire I was scared and cold We were crazy we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper’s face And I’d be dead but by God’s grace chorus It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home but Tex did not And I can’t talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walk Got a little tremolo when I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam You’re a walkin’ talkin’ miracle from Vietnam chorus ------------