Drive On

Now I got a friend named Whiskes Sam

He was my boony-rat buddy from Vietnam

He said his country got a little off track

Took him 25 years to welcome me back

But its better than not coming back at all

Many a good men I saw fall

And even now every time I dream

I hear the men and the monkees, and the jungle scream



Drive on

It dont mean nothin'

My children love me, but they dont understand

And I got a woman who knows her man

Drive on

It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'

Drive on



I remember Tex and me

Raffled in on a hot L.Z

Had our sixteens on rock and roll

And we thought of that fire I was scared and cold

I was crazy, and I was wild

I have seen the Tigers smile

Spit in a bamboo Viper's face

And i'd be dead, but by Gods grace



Drive on

It dont mean nothin'

My children love me, but they dont understand

And I got a woman who knows her man

Drive on

It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'

Drive on



It was a slow walk, and a sad rain

And nobody tried to be John Wayne

I came home, but Tex did not

And I cant talk about the hit he got

But I got a little limp now when I walk

And I got a little tremble o' when I talk

But my letter read from Whiskey Sam

"Your a walkin, talkin miracle from Vietnam"



Drive on

It dont mean nothin'

My children love me, but they dont understand

And I got a woman who knows her man

Drive on

It dont mean nothin', it dont mean nothin'

Drive on