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