8th Of November

Intro: Verse Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota to fight fot the red white and blue He was nineteen in green with a new M-1 Just doing what he had to do He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble With the smell of napalm in the air And the seargent said Look up ahead Like a dark evil cloud twelve hundred came down On him and twenty-nine more They fought for their lives but most of them died In the 173rd airborne Chorus On the th of November the angels were crying As they carried his brothers away With the fire raining down and the hell all around There were few men left standing that day Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky Nineteen-sixty-five the th of November Now he's fifty-eight and his pony tail's gray But the battle still plays in his head He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks About the shrapnell they left in his leg He puts on a suit over his airborne tatoo He ties it on one time a year He remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one And swallows it down with his tears Chorus On the th of November the angels were crying As they carried his brothers away With the fire raining down and the hell all around There were few men left standing that day Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky Nineteen-sixty-five the th of November Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky Nineteen-sixty-five On the eighth of november the angels were crying As they carried his brothers away With the fire raining down and the hell all around There were few men left standing that day On the eighth of november the angels were crying As they carried his brothers away With the fire raining down and the hell all around There were few men left standing that day Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky Nineteen-sixty-five the th of November Instrumental Verse Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota to fight fot the red white and blue He was nineteen in green with a new M-1 Just doing what he had to do