I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in 'Nam
He said I think my country got a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But it's better than not coming back at all
Many a good man I saw fall
And even now, every time I dream
I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, it don't mean nothin',
It don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
And with all of that fire, I was scared and cold
I was crazy and I was wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
It was a slow walk in a sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
But I got a little limp now when I walk
And I got a little tremolo when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam