Working For The Yankee Dollar

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Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been

As I held the rope on through

The scope

I wish I'd never seen

Where the air turned red

As the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream

But who were there could

Only stare

Into this wondrous scene

Yankee

To war

Yankee

Head high

Yankee

In call

Yankee

We cry

In Germany in the forty five

My mind was on the altar

Thought of God the iron rod

And thought that needed shelter

From 'Tragen' pain and men insane

And eyes that got much colder

Saw a German son with a

Yankee gun and a uniform much older

Yankee to war

Yankee head high

Yankee in call

Yankee we cry

For my yankee dollar

Working for the yankee dollar

Processions bear that human flare

Which mark a hero's welcome

For those dead and for those shed

It was a big occasion

And all flags and yankee mags

Which embroidered all the meaning

In an oversight forgot the fight

Which never bore elation

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