 |
|
SONGS & DREAMS |
 |
| I don't live to serve dead men, But that's just a memory now. We've seen a lot of planet Earth, And gained a lot of know-how. We're lost in these modern times; We've got so much to recall. I've been through so many changes, I don't dare remember them all! Sometimes, I wanted to hate you, But you were just too nifty for that. There was too much animosity, And our leaders stabbed us in the backs! I thought it would get better, But the story never did change, We rushed around to end up sitting around; It was misery for misery's sake! You carried a rifle, ate like a dog years on end. You had nothing to return to, but at least you have a friend. Sergeant Fransisco, where are you now? Are you back home in Tennessee, Or are you living near your old pal? Do you still have that strange old story I wrote? Does it ever remind you of me? Sergeant Fransisco, thank God we're finely free! |
 |
 |
