Lyrics:

He said goodbye to his momma
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the red white and blue
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
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

The the Sargent 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

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 the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the eighth of November

Now he's fifty eight and his ponytail's gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks
But he's strong when he talks
About the shrapnel
They left in his leg

He puts on a grey suit
Over his airborne tattoo
And he ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen
As he orders a tall-one
And swallows it down with his tears

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 the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the eighth of November

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965

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 the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the eighth of November

Eighth of November

He said goodbye to his momma
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the red white and blue
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do