Don McLean - 1967 lyrics
[Don McLean - 1967 lyrics]
In Nineteen Sixty Seven the draft
Caught up with me
Me and my pal Joe went off to war
We might find hero's heaven
But we'd keep the country free
We would surely win just like before
Roy Rogers he was on his horse
And Buck Jones drew his gun
We would surely win of course when
The battle was all done
Nineteen Sixty Seven I came back alone
They brought Joe back in plastic on the plane
Nineteen Sixty Seven seems so long ago
But I can't forget my friend or ease my pain
His family may forget him
His children may regret him
His wife may find another and go on
His picture may grow faded and the
World he knew gone jaded
But as long as I shall live I surely know
I never will forget my buddy Joe
In Nineteen Sixty Seven
The war was raging on
Our country was divided and reborn
Though I was back at home
I had never left Saigon
'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn
This was no place for hero's now
They all seemed to resent me they said
Caught up with me
Me and my pal Joe went off to war
We might find hero's heaven
But we'd keep the country free
We would surely win just like before
Roy Rogers he was on his horse
And Buck Jones drew his gun
We would surely win of course when
The battle was all done
Nineteen Sixty Seven I came back alone
They brought Joe back in plastic on the plane
Nineteen Sixty Seven seems so long ago
But I can't forget my friend or ease my pain
His family may forget him
His children may regret him
His wife may find another and go on
His picture may grow faded and the
World he knew gone jaded
But as long as I shall live I surely know
I never will forget my buddy Joe
In Nineteen Sixty Seven
The war was raging on
Our country was divided and reborn
Though I was back at home
I had never left Saigon
'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn
This was no place for hero's now
They all seemed to resent me they said