8th Of November

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-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

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

R: On the 8th 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 8th 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

R:

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 8th of November

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-16

Just doing what he had to do