This next song is strictly a WW-Nam song. As we went up to Hanoi
almost every day at 9 and 1500. One of the favorite little targets was
the northeast railroad. It came down from China, to bring shit those stupid
little gomers couldn't make themselves. And when you mess with fire
and you go up there on those targets on the northeast railroad, occasionally
some of us would bust our ass.
Along the northeast railroad
One bright and sunny day
By the wreckage of his Thuderchief
The young pursuer lay.
His parachute hung from a near by tree
He was not yet quite dead
Now listen to the very last words
The young pursuer said
I'm going to a better land
Where everything is right
Where whiskey flows
From telegraph poles
Play poker every night
There's not a fucking thing to do
But sit around and sing
And chase the pretty poo-ying
Oh death where is thy sting?
Oh, death where is thy sting?
Oh, death where is thy sting?
The bells of hell may ring-a-ling
For you but not for me.
Oh, ring-a-ling-a-ling-ling, blow it out your ass
Ring-a-ling-a-ling-ling, blow it out your ass
Ring-a-ling-a-ling-ling, blow it out your ass
Better days are coming by-and-by. (spoken: bullshit)
