1965 Songtext
von Danny Boone
1965 Songtext
Now, he didn′t ask to go
But Ol' Sammy called his number
He boarded that old greyhound bus
And said goodbye to his mother
Headed for Fort Benning, Georgia
Basic training in the summer
He said, I was young and tough
But that ol′ drill sergeant was tougher
Yellin, y'all gonna learn how to suffer
I'm gonna make a man of all you chumps
Shaved his head and gave him a number
U.S. 53435319
An army green with an M-16
In 1965
He was fighting for me
Way before my time
When he sees the boy he raised
He still cries, like it′s 1965
Yeah, 1965
Now he didn′t ask to go
But them newies dropped him off, and
That's when the enemy got real
Body bags headed for coffins
He didn′t know how much
Being an American would cost him
He said we were young and we were rough
But sometimes those Viet Cong were awesome
And they sure knew how to suffer
We were all married to our guns
The fear of death, and a number
U.S. 53435319
An army green with an M-16
In 1965
He was fighting for me
Way before my time
When he sees the boy he raised
He still cries, like it's 1965
Yeah, 1965
And then one day
His little grandson jumped up on his lap
Saw a bunch of medals that were in a frame
And said, were you in the war grandpa?
He said, yeah
He said, were you scared?
Did you kill anybody?
Nah
He said, how′d you do it?
He just laughed and said
Keep your head down
And keep your gun up
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck
Is all a man in this here world
Can hope for
He said
Keep your head down
And keep your gun up
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck
And as many prayers
As you can say to the lord
U.S. 53435319
An army green with an M-16
In 1965
He was fighting for me
Way before my time
When he sees the boy he raised
He still cries, like it's 1965
Keep your head down
And keep your gun up (1965)
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck (1965)
Is all a man in this here world
Can hope for (1965)
He said
Keep your head down (1965)
And keep your gun up
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck
And as many prayers
As you can say to the lord
But Ol' Sammy called his number
He boarded that old greyhound bus
And said goodbye to his mother
Headed for Fort Benning, Georgia
Basic training in the summer
He said, I was young and tough
But that ol′ drill sergeant was tougher
Yellin, y'all gonna learn how to suffer
I'm gonna make a man of all you chumps
Shaved his head and gave him a number
U.S. 53435319
An army green with an M-16
In 1965
He was fighting for me
Way before my time
When he sees the boy he raised
He still cries, like it′s 1965
Yeah, 1965
Now he didn′t ask to go
But them newies dropped him off, and
That's when the enemy got real
Body bags headed for coffins
He didn′t know how much
Being an American would cost him
He said we were young and we were rough
But sometimes those Viet Cong were awesome
And they sure knew how to suffer
We were all married to our guns
The fear of death, and a number
U.S. 53435319
An army green with an M-16
In 1965
He was fighting for me
Way before my time
When he sees the boy he raised
He still cries, like it's 1965
Yeah, 1965
And then one day
His little grandson jumped up on his lap
Saw a bunch of medals that were in a frame
And said, were you in the war grandpa?
He said, yeah
He said, were you scared?
Did you kill anybody?
Nah
He said, how′d you do it?
He just laughed and said
Keep your head down
And keep your gun up
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck
Is all a man in this here world
Can hope for
He said
Keep your head down
And keep your gun up
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck
And as many prayers
As you can say to the lord
U.S. 53435319
An army green with an M-16
In 1965
He was fighting for me
Way before my time
When he sees the boy he raised
He still cries, like it's 1965
Keep your head down
And keep your gun up (1965)
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck (1965)
Is all a man in this here world
Can hope for (1965)
He said
Keep your head down (1965)
And keep your gun up
A little bit of sense
And a whole lotta luck
And as many prayers
As you can say to the lord
Writer(s): Jared Ryan Sciullo, Justin N. Spillner, Danny Alexander, Doyle Williams, Chris Hood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
