Saigon Blue

05:38
(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

He was a clean cut Saigon warrior. An in - love young man.

The big - wigs down at HQ They don't seem to understand.

Married himself a Saigon Suzie. Least that's what they all said.

But it wasn't lust, no it was love. That led him to her bed.

 

Confined to a Quonset hut. With a metal roof in a Long Binh jail.

No one to hear his sad story. Or listen to his sad tale.

The military wants to send him home. But he just wants to stay.

To get his papers processed. To bring his wife and baby child away.

 

So you may have your problems. And I may have mine too.

But here's to the memory. Of one guy's SAIGON BLUE.

 

There were lots of pretty women in Saigon. And lots of lonely men.

But love is love no matter where. No love it isn't a sin.

But now the war is over. It's time to return to the U.S. shore.

He pleads and pleads but the Big Brass says. "Boy, you should have thought of that before."

 

So you may have your problems. And I may have mine too.

But here's to the memory. Of one guy's SAIGON BLUE.

 

In his single story Long Binh jail room. You know he prays to the Lord above.

You see it seems he forgot to ask permission. To fall in love.

So he makes his escape one night. Just as the troops pull out like they said they will.

Now he's just another name in the MIA files. Just another guy gone over the hill.

 

So you may have your problems. And I may have mine too.

But here's to the memory. Of one guy's SAIGON BLUE.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)