Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
I rolled down the national strolland with a big fat paycheckstrapped to my hip sackand a shore leave wristwatch underneathmy sleevein a 
Hong Kong drizzle on 
Cuban heels
I rowed down the gutter to the 
Blood Bankand 
I'd left all my papers on the 
Ticonderogaand was in a bad need of a shaveand so 
I slopped at the corner on cold chow meinand shot billards with a midgetuntil the rain stoppedand 
I bought a long sleeved shirtwith horses on the frontand some gum and a lighter and a knifeand a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)and 
I sat down and wrote a letter to my wifeand 
I said Baby, 
I'm so far away from homeand 
I miss my 
Baby soI can't make it by myself
I love you so
Well I was pacing myselftrying to make it all lastsqueezing all the lifeout of a lousy two day passand 
I had a cold one at the 
Dragonwith some 
Filipino floor showand talked baseball with a lieutenantover a 
Singapore slingand 
I wondered how the same moon outsideover this 
Chinatown faircould look down on 
Illinoisand find you thereand you know 
I love you 
Babyand I'm so far away from homeand 
I miss my 
Baby soI can't make it by myself
I love you so
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