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Too scared to go to proud to run
Here’s your orders boy here’s your gun
We’re sending you off to Vietnam
Try to stay cool try to stay calm

Never seen nothin’ but that Mid-Texas dirt
Never been on a flying machine
Your job now is to take this gun
And kill everything that you see

It’s a long way home

Orange in the air
Fire on the ground
Them back up boys ain’t no where around
There’s smoke in the sky
You’re screamin’ to the sea
Oh God have mercy on me

It’s a long way home

Got that medal on your chest
Now you got it made
But you’re going back to a land of protest
And an empty hero’s parade

Waking up in the dead of night
Screaming out your lungs
Jungle fires and trip bomb wires
And blazin’ red turret guns

It’s a long way home
Too scared to go to proud to run   Here’s your orders boy here’s your gun   We’re sending you off to Vietnam   Try to stay cool try to stay calm       Never seen nothin’ but that Mid-Texas dirt   Never been on a flying machine   Your job now is to take this gun    And kill everything that you see      It’s a long way home      Orange in the air   Fire on the ground   Them back up boys ain’t no where around   There’s smoke in the sky   You’re screamin’ to the sea   Oh God have mercy on me      It’s a long way home      Got that medal on your chest   Now you got it made   But you’re going back to a land of protest    And an empty hero’s parade      Waking up in the dead of night   Screaming out your lungs   Jungle fires and trip bomb wires   And blazin’ red turret guns      It’s a long way home