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Autry Inman
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Ballad Of Two Brothers
Somewhere in Vietnam, September first Dear, Mom and Dad We must've marched twenty miles today Through the rain and the mud
And believe it or not This is the first opportunity I've had to sit down and Write in two or three weeks
This'll have to be short But I just wanted to send my love And let you know that I'm doing fine
But you know, just being here And seeing how close these people Are to losing their freedom Makes me that much more determined To help win this war
'Cause if we don't, the next battlefield May be closer to home than Vietnam Must close for now, all my love Your son, Bud
P.S., how's Tommy doing At State University Tell him his big brother said hello
State University, September first Hi, Dad, we must have Marched twenty blocks today And, baby, I'm beat
I mean, like the sign I was carrying got real heavy But, Dad, everything was out of sight
There were recorders and Photographers and cameraman From every major news Service and network in the nation So look for your baby boy's picture On the front page of today's paper
Of course, you might have a Little trouble recognizing me With my groovy beard But, Dad, I know we're right
How can you defend my brother Murdering all those people overseas So what if the Communists Do take over in South Vietnam Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Why, just today Our economics professor assured us That people get along Just as well under communism As they do under Any other form of government
I'm sorry, Dad But this God and country bit Just isn't my bag Gotta go, dad, big rally tonight Your son, Tommy
P.S., Dad better send me an Extra fifty bucks this week, dig
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith I know you must be awfully Proud of your fine son I wish I could be there to See you recieve Bud's medal of honor
It may comfort you to know That his last thoughts were of you And as his sergeant I can truthfully say He was one of the bravest men I have ever known
Dear Mom and Dad It's been some time Since I received word about Bud Somehow I just didn't have The nerve to come home
But I've done a lot of thinking since then About my turned on friends and About what they said about communism We were all wrong
And you know, I always just worship Bud Now that I've thought it over, I know That he would never fight for something Unless he believed in it With all of his heart
And in spite of all my past mistakes I hope that somehow, someday I can become as big in your eyes As my brother will always be Your son, Private Tommy Smith
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