lakers
10-13-02, 10:18 AM
by: Johnny Hubbs
Well, the memories within my mind
They're killing me most of the time
I've seen, the eyes of death before
It was knocking on my door . . .
They called it, the Viet-Nam War
Yes this memory inside of me
In my mind, for I can see
The way we fough and died
For our "County Tis of Thee"
Can you tell ME if It goes away?
I just can't, I can't live this way
These memories . . .they're here to stay
I'll make. . .I'll make it some day . . .
Yes this memory, inside of me. . .
In mind, for I can see
The way we fought, and died
For our "Country, Tis of Thee"
Well, the memories within my mind
They're killing me most of the time
I've seen, the eyes of death before
It was knocking on my door . . .
They called it, the Viet-Nam War
Yes this memory inside of me
In my mind, for I can see
The way we fough and died
For our "County Tis of Thee"
Can you tell ME if It goes away?
I just can't, I can't live this way
These memories . . .they're here to stay
I'll make. . .I'll make it some day . . .
Yes this memory, inside of me. . .
In mind, for I can see
The way we fought, and died
For our "Country, Tis of Thee"