Passed the time, spent drinking wine, down at the tavern, now
since the foreman said he d'have to let me go
he's being hanging around the house since Sue walked out the door,
I don't blame her, she just can't take anymore
Eighteen years ago, today, they d'put me on that plane
that I would leave the jungle far behind
but somehow it hasn't worked that quite that way for me
the worries soon had over in my mind
No ticker tape parade or brass band greeted me
that day in San Diego we turned down
Not that I expected yellow ribbons around the trees
but I am a stranger in my own home town
Man one handed he has come to be a friend of mine
since we found that we had both been over there
and it helps to know that I'm not the only one
who sleeps with troubled dreams and wicked scares
Last night, one of that, walked in a busy packed store
to see if they were ready cash on hand
I guess we got a bit more than we bargained for
one got shot, and I am on the run
No ticker tape parade or brass band greeted me
that day in San Diego we turned down
Not that I expected yellow ribbons around the trees
but I am a stranger in my own home town
Still a stranger in my own home town
since the foreman said he d'have to let me go
he's being hanging around the house since Sue walked out the door,
I don't blame her, she just can't take anymore
Eighteen years ago, today, they d'put me on that plane
that I would leave the jungle far behind
but somehow it hasn't worked that quite that way for me
the worries soon had over in my mind
No ticker tape parade or brass band greeted me
that day in San Diego we turned down
Not that I expected yellow ribbons around the trees
but I am a stranger in my own home town
Man one handed he has come to be a friend of mine
since we found that we had both been over there
and it helps to know that I'm not the only one
who sleeps with troubled dreams and wicked scares
Last night, one of that, walked in a busy packed store
to see if they were ready cash on hand
I guess we got a bit more than we bargained for
one got shot, and I am on the run
No ticker tape parade or brass band greeted me
that day in San Diego we turned down
Not that I expected yellow ribbons around the trees
but I am a stranger in my own home town
Still a stranger in my own home town
Contributed by Piersante Sestini - 2019/9/11 - 22:59
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Pubblicato nell'album Borderline Blues del 1992 e nella raccolta Texas Gentleman, del 2002
In realtà Rich Minus non credo sia stato in Vietnam, ma ha servito 6 anni nella Texas Air National Guard Reserve ed ha vissuto tutta la vita da emarginato e con gli emarginati, penetrandone e descrivendone la vita come pochi altri poeti.
The best S.A. songwriter you’ve never heard of was a Army reserve veteran
Non garantisco la precisione di tutte le parole: fra il "twang" texano, i pochi denti rimasti in bocca e la voce impastata (Rich Minus raramente era sobrio, che cantasse o no, la trascrizione è incerta in più punti: sono gradite eventuali correzioni.
Una ticker-tape parade è una parata tenuta in un centro urbano, che permette il lancio di grandi quantità di pezzettini di carta dalle finestre dei vicini palazzi di uffici, sul percorso della parata, creando un trionfale effetto simile a una tempesta di neve.
Il nastro giallo attorno al tronco degli alberi è stato usato spesso come simbolo per indicare il ritorno a casa di soldati o prigionieri