Drive On

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 I[E] got a friend named Whiskey Sam   [E7]

 H[A]e was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam

 H[B7]e said is my country just a little off track

 T[E]ook 'em twenty-five yea[B7]rs to welcome me ba[E]ck

 B[E]ut, it's better than not coming back a[E7]t all

 M[A]any a good man I saw fall

 A[B7]nd even now, every time I dream

 I[E] hear the men and the monkeys[B7] in the jungle sc[E]ream

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|D[E]rive on, it don't mean nothin'
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|M[B7]y children love me , but [E]they don't understand
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|A[A]nd I got a woman who[E] knows her man
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|D[B7]rive on,[E] 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

 

 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

 

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