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Saigon
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The setting is Saigon, 1968. The song is the story of a soldier who doesn't want the war to end. He's got his reasons.
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Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
#1,294 in subgenre Peak #38
Charts
Peak #671
Author
Ednor Therriault
Rights
2006 Ednor Therriault
Uploaded
June 06, 2006
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MP3 4.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:08
Story behind the song
A cassette tape was found among a Vietnam infantryman's effects some 36 years after his death in the war. The tape was cleaned up and his a capella vocal was set to music.
Lyrics
Lying in my hooch, my body glistening with sweat I can hardly read this letter ‘cause the paper’s soaking wet Outside a teenage cowboy is selling cigarettes In Saigon I fire up a Winston and I read the words again She tells me that it’s over, she’s been with other men She wants me to forgive her, but I guess that all depends On Saigon That all depends on Saigon Chorus Oh the land of opportunity is here in Vietnam I know there’s nothing left for me back home Because I volunteered I’ll prob’ly never see the front So I’ll stake a little claim I’ll make myself a name In Saigon My DEROS is a year from now, I’m halfway through my hitch I need to go and score so I can scratch my little itch I think my trigger finger is developing a twitch In Saigon I’ve seen some things go down I can’t begin to comprehend This war is making monsters out of ordinary men It’s a nightmare and a circus and I hope it never ends In Saigon It never ends in Saigon Chorus Black market makes us money, and it doesn’t give a damn American or French or Thai, we’re equals here in ‘Nam We wouldn’t even be here were it not for Uncle Sam In Saigon The Tet Offensive’s finished, the Marines have had their fun Johnson stopped the bombing and he thinks the war is won But the day this city falls is the day I’ll eat my gun In Saigon Eat my gun in Saigon
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