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1971, hung up a chicken bone |
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On the old chandelier at the sawdust saloon |
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The medical exam had cleared me to fight |
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My mother said stay and I thought that I might |
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My brother said stay that's when I left |
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Never know who might be called in your stead |
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So I showed up on time to meet my platoon |
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And hung up a bone in the sawdust saloon |
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With Jimmy Tassone, I used to play ball |
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Now he sits here beside me and talks like a man |
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He looks like a man, says he shoots like a man |
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But no medal of honor will make his Mom move back in |
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So he said my drunk father, I'll be back for you soon |
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But Jimmy still hangs in the sawdust saloon |
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And I love my country with a deep frenzied love |
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Her legs spread out wide her nose turned up |
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So I showed up on time to meet my platoon |
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And hung up a bone in the sawdust saloon |
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The candle in the window, the coin in the well |
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The break in your voice, the crack in the bell |
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All raise up a round, without saying a word |
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To them old dusty bones and the good men that served |
