Autry Inman - Ballad Of Two Brothers lyrics

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Somewhere in Vietnam, September first

Dear, Mom and Dad

We must've marched twenty miles today

Through the rain and the mud

And believe it or not

This is the first opportunity

I've had to sit down and

Write in two or three weeks

This'll have to be short

But I just wanted to send my love

And let you know that I'm doing fine

But you know, just being here

And seeing how close these people

Are to losing their freedom

Makes me that much more determined

To help win this war

'Cause if we don't, the next battlefield

May be closer to home than Vietnam

Must close for now, all my love

Your son, Bud

P.S., how's Tommy doing

At State University

Tell him his big brother said hello

State University, September first

Hi, Dad, we must have

Marched twenty blocks today

And, baby, I'm beat

I mean, like the sign

I was carrying got real heavy

But, Dad, everything was out of sight

There were recorders and

Photographers and cameraman

From every major news

Service and network in the nation

So look for your baby boy's picture

On the front page of today's paper

Of course, you might have a

Little trouble recognizing me

With my groovy beard

But, Dad, I know we're right

How can you defend my brother

Murdering all those people overseas

So what if the Communists

Do take over in South Vietnam

Why, just today

Our economics professor assured us

That people get along

Just as well under communism

As they do under

Any other form of government

I'm sorry, Dad

But this God and country bit

Just isn't my bag

Gotta go, dad, big rally tonight

Your son, Tommy

P.S., Dad better send me an

Extra fifty bucks this week, dig

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith

I know you must be awfully

Proud of your fine son

I wish I could be there to

See you recieve Bud's medal of honor

It may comfort you to know

That his last thoughts were of you

And as his sergeant

I can truthfully say

He was one of the bravest men

I have ever known

Dear Mom and Dad

It's been some time

Since I received word about Bud

Somehow I just didn't have

The nerve to come home

But I've done a lot of thinking since then

About my turned on friends and

About what they said about communism

We were all wrong

And you know, I always just worship Bud

Now that I've thought it over, I know

That he would never fight for something

Unless he believed in it

With all of his heart

And in spite of all my past mistakes

I hope that somehow, someday

I can become as big in your eyes

As my brother will always be

Your son, Private Tommy Smith<br />

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Thanks to Razvan