Karaoké 8th of November Big & Rich

Said goodbye to his momma as he left South Dakota

To fight for the red, white and blue

He was nineteen and 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

Then the sergeant 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 one seventy-third

Airborne

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 the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965

The eighth 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 'bout the shrapnel they left in his leg

He puts on a gray suit over his Airborne tattoo and he ties it on one time a year

And remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one and swallows it down with his tears

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 the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965

The eighth of November

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965

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 the eagle fly through a clear blue sky 1965

The eighth of November

The eighth of November

The eighth of November

Said goodbye to his momma as he left South Dakota

To fight for the red, white and blue

He was nineteen and green with a new M-16

Just doing what he had to do