Saigon, it was all gone

The same coke machines as the streets i grew on

Down in a mesquite canyon, come walking along the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road or town

There's too much brush in camp for the chp choppers to touch down

Ain't lookin' for nothin , i just want to live

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Come the santa anas and man that dry brush would light

Jimmy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night

We buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge



I had enough of the town oh and the straight life

Ain't careful you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife

Now i want no trouble and i ain't got none to give

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Well i shipped home back in '72

And you know you were just a beautiul light in your mom's dark eyes of

Blue

I stepped out on the tarmac, we were just kids

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Come veterans' day i sat on the stand in my dress blues

I held your mother's hand, and they passed with the red, white and

Blue

One minute you're right there, and somethin' slips.............