Song Lyrics

WHY?

The whistle blows, the fans all rise,
to watch the ball sail through the skies.
But here I sit, no way to stand,
for I lost my legs in a foreign land.

CHORUS
Please help me, Lord, to understand
why men must fight over any land.
Why men are maimed and children die.
Why young men age and grown men cry.

Not long ago, I was dressed to play,
was a fair ballplayer, so some folks say.
When my country called, I did not hide,
for I had been reared with a hard, fierce pride.

Was a rainy day, we were on patrol,
stumblin' through the fields, unaware of the hole.
When up they rose and began to fire.
Dropped five good men in that stinkin' mire.

Repeat Chorus

My Sergeant was hit, was bleedin' bad.
Lyin' in the open, his clothes blood-clad.
Decided to help drag him from an incline.
Lord, I made a mistake, tripped an awful mine.

Just want your thanks, no pity want I.
I like to think I kept the flag up high.
So the next time you see a buddy like me,
Just tell him thanks, and ease his agony.

Yes, the next time you see a buddy like me,
tell him thanks, and ease his agony.


COPYRIGHT                      Home Phone: (478) 953-7492
E.G. GATWOOD, 1973
214 Trellis Walk Office         Phone: (478) 988-6891
Centerville, Georgia 31028

Tell Him Thanks!

The whistle blows, the fans all rise
to watch the ball sail through the skies.
But here I sit, no way to stand.
Lost my legs in a foreign land.

Not long ago, I was dressed to play,
was a fair ballplayer, so some folks say.
When my country called, I did not hide,
for I had been reared with a hard, fierce pride.

Was a rainy day, we were on patrol,
stumblin' through the fields, unaware of the hole.
When up they rose, began to fire.
Dropped five good men in that stinkin' mire.

Just want your thanks, no pity want I.
I like to think I kept the flag up high.
But, next time you see a buddy like me,
tell him thanks, and ease his agony.

My Sergeant was hit, was bleedin' bad.
Lyin' in the open, his clothes blood-clad.
Decided to help drag him from an incline.
Made a mistake, tripped a Claymore mine.

Just want your thanks, no pity want I.
I like to think I kept the flag up high.
But, next time you see a buddy like me,
tell him thanks, and ease his agony.

Yes, next time you see a buddy like me,
tell him thanks, and ease his agony.


COPYRIGHT                          Home Phone: (478) 953-7492
E.G. GATWOOD, 1973
214 Trellis Walk                      Office Phone: (478) 988-6891
Centerville, Georgia 31028