Lyrics:

Saigon, It Was All Gone
the Same Coke Machines
as The Streets I Grew On

down In A Mesquite Canyon
we Come Walking Along The Ridge
me And The
brothers Under The Bridge

campsites An Hours Walk From The Nearest
road To Town
up Here Theres Too Much Brush And Canyon
for The Chp
choppers To Touch Down
aint Lookin For Nothin, Just Wanna Live
me And
the Brothers Under The Bridge
come The Santa Anas, Man, That Dry Brushll
light
billy Devon Got Burned Up In His Own Campfire One Winter Night
we
buried His Body In The White Stone High Up Along The Ridge
me And The
brothers Under The Bridge

had Enough Of Town And The Street Life

over Nothing You End Up On The Wrong End Of Someones Knife
now I Dont
want No Trouble
and I Aint Got None To Give
me And The Brothers Under
the Bridge

i Come Home In 72
you Were Just A Beautiul Light
in
your Mamas Dark Eyes Of Blue
i Stood Down On The Tarmac, I Was Just A Kid

me And The Brothers Under The Bridge

come Veterans Day I Sat In The
stands In My Dress Blues
i Held Your Mothers Hand
when They Passed With
the Red, White And Blue
one Minute Youre Right There ... And Something
slips...