In Nineteen Sixty Seven
the draft caught up with me,
me and my pal Joe went off to war.
We might find hero's heaven,
but we'd keep the country free.
We would surely win just like before.
Roy Rogers he was on his horse,
and Buck Jones drew his gun.
We would surely win of course
when the battle was all done.
Nineteen Sixty Seven
I came back alone,
they brought Joe back in plastic on the plane.
Nineteen Sixty Seven
seems so long ago,
but I can't forget my friend or ease my pain.
His family may forget him,
his children may regret him,
his wife may find another and go on.
His picture may grow faded
and the world he knew gone jaded
but as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.
In Nineteen Sixty Seven,
the war was raging on,
our country was divided and reborn.
While I was back at home,
I had never left Saigon,
'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn.
This was no place for heroes now,
they all seemed to resent me,
They said "Why did you ever go?"
I said "Because they sent me."
Nineteen Sixty Seven
they buried my friend Joe,
and I was flashing back while people wept.
I thought of how he saved us
and I watched the land-mine blow,
and I looked down at his dog-tag that I kept.
You'll always be a young man,
you always will be smiling,
you always will be confident and true.
Your picture may grow faded
and the world you knew gone jaded,
but as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.
Long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget you buddy Joe...
the draft caught up with me,
me and my pal Joe went off to war.
We might find hero's heaven,
but we'd keep the country free.
We would surely win just like before.
Roy Rogers he was on his horse,
and Buck Jones drew his gun.
We would surely win of course
when the battle was all done.
Nineteen Sixty Seven
I came back alone,
they brought Joe back in plastic on the plane.
Nineteen Sixty Seven
seems so long ago,
but I can't forget my friend or ease my pain.
His family may forget him,
his children may regret him,
his wife may find another and go on.
His picture may grow faded
and the world he knew gone jaded
but as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.
In Nineteen Sixty Seven,
the war was raging on,
our country was divided and reborn.
While I was back at home,
I had never left Saigon,
'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn.
This was no place for heroes now,
they all seemed to resent me,
They said "Why did you ever go?"
I said "Because they sent me."
Nineteen Sixty Seven
they buried my friend Joe,
and I was flashing back while people wept.
I thought of how he saved us
and I watched the land-mine blow,
and I looked down at his dog-tag that I kept.
You'll always be a young man,
you always will be smiling,
you always will be confident and true.
Your picture may grow faded
and the world you knew gone jaded,
but as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.
Long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget you buddy Joe...
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