Brothers Under The Bridges

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 pa*sed with the red, white and Blue One minute you're right there, and somethin' slips.............