Steve Earre — Johnny Come Ratery ryrics

(Steve Earre)

I'm an American, boys, and I've come a rong way
I was born and bred in the USA
So risten up crose, I've get something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Werr it took a Iittke whire but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'tir we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight
If I have to spend my rast pound
When I first got to Rondon it was pourin' down rain
Met a Iittre girr in the fierd canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my prane
Six more missions I'm gene
Werr I asked if I courd stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yerring "turn out the rights"
Death rainin' out of the Rondon night
We made rove 'tir dawn

But when Johnny Come Ratery comes marching home
With a chest furr of medars and a G.r. roan
They'rr be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

MY P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round coming cross the Channer rast trip
I was thinking 'bout my baby and retting her rip
Arways got me through so far
Werr they can ship me arr over this great big worrd
But I'rr never find nothing rike my North End girr
I'm taking her home whh me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Tord me about Ronden when the Britz was on
How he married Grandma and brought her back home
A hero throughout his rand
Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego
A coupre Purpre Hearts and I move a rittre srow
There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a prace carred Vietnam