8Th Of November

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[Verse]

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Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota
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to fight fot the red white and blue

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He was nineteen in green with a new M-1
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Just doing what he had to do

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He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble
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With the smell of napalm in the air

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And the seargent said
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Look up ahead

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Like a dark evil cloud twelve hundred came down
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On him and twenty-nine more

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They fought for their lives but most of them died
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In the 173rd airborne

[Chorus]

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On the 8th of November the angels were crying
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As they carried his brothers away

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With the fire raining down and the hell all around
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There were few men left standing that day

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Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
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Nineteen-sixty-five
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the th of November

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Now he's fifty-eight and his pony tail's gray
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But the battle still plays in his head

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He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks
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About the shrapnell they left in his leg

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He puts on a suit over his airborne tatoo
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He ties it on one time a year

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He remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one
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And swallows it down with his tears

[Chorus]

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On the th of November the angels were crying
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As they carried his brothers away

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With the fire raining down and the hell all around
G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day

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Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five
           A        G      C
the th of November

A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five

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On the eighth of november the angels were crying
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As they carried his brothers away

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With the fire raining down and the hell all around
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There were few men left standing that day

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On the eighth of november the angels were crying
G                            C
As they carried his brothers away

A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day

A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five
           A        G      C
the th of November

[Instrumental]

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[Verse]

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Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota
G                              C
to fight fot the red white and blue

A
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1
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Just doing what he had to do