Lyrics: Bruce Mee
Music: Gabrielle de Val
Two months of basic training
Then they shipped us off to Nam
Most of us were seventeen
They didn’t give a damn
When our plane had landed
And they opened up the door
The stench that hit our senses
Left us gagging on the floor
Our 1st Lieutenant lost his head
A mortar caught him good
Lying back against a tree
While clutching morning wood
Johnny caught a trip-wire
The bomb blew off his legs
Now lying face-down in a ditch
He prays to God and begs
PRE-CHORUS
Fighting hand to hand in the Ia Drang valley
Too close to call for air support
SD missions snake through Booby Trap Alley
Too tired to even write a report
CHORUS
Good morning Vietnam
Wake up to face another day
Good morning Vietnam
Time to get back into the fray
Jump into the copter then it flies into the sky
Drops you in the jungle where the chances are you’ll die
Dog-tags in your boots
Making sure your rifle shoots
And all the time you’re asking God why?
Five years old and booby-trapped
Then sent into a bar
Some poor G.I. picked him up
Their body parts flew far
Tony was a tunnel-rat
And all of five-foot two
Crawling through an endless maze
Got staked by raw bamboo