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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBrothers Under The Bridge
Saigon, it was all goneThe same coke machines as the streets I grew onDown in a mesquite canyon, come walking along the ridgeMe and the brothers under the bridgeCampsites an hours walk from the nearest road or townTheres too much brush in camp for the chp choppers to touch downAint lookin for nothin , I just want to liveMe and the brothers under the bridgeCome the santa anas and man that dry brush would lightJimmy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter nightWe buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridgeMe and the brothers under the bridgeI had enough of the town oh and the straight lifeAint careful you end up on the wrong end of someones knifeNow I want no trouble and I ain't got none to giveMe and the brothers under the bridgeWell I shipped home back in 72And you know you were just a beautiul light in your moms dark eyes ofBlueI stepped out on the tarmac, we were just kidsMe and the brothers under the bridgeCome veterans day I sat on the stand in my dress bluesI held your mothers hand, and they passed with the red, white andBlueOne minute youre right there, and somethin slips...
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