Old Soldier
OLD SOLDIER
When I was seventeen I was free and wild as hell
By the time I was eighteen strong and tough as nails
Decided on my birthday I’d say hello to Uncle Sam
My friends thought I was crazy,but I didn’t give a damn
Walking through the mountains made me think of home
Like when I was younger through the woods I’d roam
But then the day happened I had to kill a man
Then I became a soldier stuck in a foreign land
Back in those days I didn’t care if I lived or died
But many times since then I’ve broken down and cried
Still hear those sounds that haunt me through the night
Open my eyes and pray,let me live through this fight
Marty West
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