In Country - Sitting In The Cab Of My Truck | Текст песни

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Hiding in the morning sun,
I'll be driving in the evening calm,
Watching the Phantoms roll in,
and I watch them pull away again;

Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck,
thinking this life ain't such a game;
Sitting in the cab of my truck,
filing my chains.

I left my home in Dong Hoi,
headed for the DMZ,
Well, I had something to live for,
a Peoples' Hero I was gonna be;

Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck,
looking through the windshield at flarelighted rain;
Sitting in the cab of my truck,
yankin' my chains.

Here I sit, having a nicotine fit –
God, I'm too scared to get a cigarette lit;
'Cause that might just blow my only hope
of not showing up on a starlight scope.

Well, sitting here with britches so tight,
'cause I think that "spectres" due back tonight;
Bleeding from my ears and my nose,
from a Sky Spot that finally came close;

Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck,
watching the bombs fall through the rain,
Sitting in the cab of my truck,
filing my chains.

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