Said goodbye to his mamma 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. And the sergeant said, "Look up ahead"
Like a dark, evil cloud 1,200 came down on him and 29 more. They fought for their lives But most of them died In the 173rd Airborne.
(Chorus) On the 8th 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 8th of November.
Now he's fifty-eight And his ponytail's grey But the battle still plays in his head. He limps when he walks, But he's strong when he talks About the shrapnel they left in his leg.
He puts on a grey 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.
(Chorus) On the 8th 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 8th of November.
Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965.
(Chorus) On the 8th 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.
(Chorus) On the 8th 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 8th of November.
The 8th of November The 8th of November
He said goodbye to his mamma 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