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  • {Hello, I'm
    Kris Kristofferson
    On November 8th, 1965, the 173rd
    Airborne Brigade on
    Operation
    Hump War Zone
    D in Vietnam were ambushed by over 1200
    V.C.Forty-eight
    American soldiers lost their lives that day}{
    Severely wounded and riskin' his own life,
    Lawrence Joll, a medic
    Was the first livin' black man since the
    Spanish-American
    WarTo receive the
    United States
    Medal of Honor
    For savin' so many lives in the midst of battle that day}{
    Our friend,
    Nialls Harris, retired 25 years,
    United States
    ArmyThe guy who gave
    Big Kenny his top hat
    Was one of the wounded who lived
    This song is his story}{
    Caught in the action of 'kill or be killed'"Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for a friend"}
    Said goodbye to his momma as he left
    South Dakota
    To fight for the
    Red, White and
    BlueHe was nineteen and green with a new
    M-16Just doin' 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, 1200 came down
    On him and 29 more
    They fought for their lives but most of them died
    In the 173rd
    AirborneOn the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the 8th of
    NovemberNow he's 58 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 that fallen as he orders a tall one
    And swallows it down with his tears
    On the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the 8th of
    NovemberSaw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965(1965)
    On the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    On the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the 8th of
    November8th of
    November(8th of November)
    Said goodbye to his
    Momma as he left
    South Dakota
    To fight for the
    Red, White and
    BlueHe was nineteen and green with a new
    M-16Just doin' what he had to do
  • {Hello, I'm
    Kris Kristofferson
    On November 8th, 1965, the 173rd
    Airborne Brigade on
    Operation
    Hump War Zone
    D in Vietnam were ambushed by over 1200
    V.C.Forty-eight
    American soldiers lost their lives that day}{
    Severely wounded and riskin' his own life,
    Lawrence Joll, a medic
    Was the first livin' black man since the
    Spanish-American
    WarTo receive the
    United States
    Medal of Honor
    For savin' so many lives in the midst of battle that day}{
    Our friend,
    Nialls Harris, retired 25 years,
    United States
    ArmyThe guy who gave
    Big Kenny his top hat
    Was one of the wounded who lived
    This song is his story}{
    Caught in the action of 'kill or be killed'"Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for a friend"}
    Said goodbye to his momma as he left
    South Dakota
    To fight for the
    Red, White and
    BlueHe was nineteen and green with a new
    M-16Just doin' 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, 1200 came down
    On him and 29 more
    They fought for their lives but most of them died
    In the 173rd
    AirborneOn the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the 8th of
    NovemberNow he's 58 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 that fallen as he orders a tall one
    And swallows it down with his tears
    On the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the 8th of
    NovemberSaw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965(1965)
    On the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    On the 8th of
    November, the angels were cryin'
    As they carried his brothers away
    With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
    There were few men left standin' that day
    Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the 8th of
    November8th of
    November(8th of November)
    Said goodbye to his
    Momma as he left
    South Dakota
    To fight for the
    Red, White and
    BlueHe was nineteen and green with a new
    M-16Just doin' what he had to do