Battle Hymn Of Lt Calley Feat Terry Nelson – C Company – letras

Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to grow upAnd be a soldier and serve his country in whatever way he couldHe would parade around the house with a sauce pan on his headFor a helmet, a wooden sword in one hand and the American flag in the otherAs he grew up, he put away the things of a child but he never let go of the flagMy name is William Calley, I’m a soldier of this landI’ve tried to do my duty and to gain the upper handBut they’ve made me out a villain they have stamped me with a brandAs we go marching onI’m just another soldier from the shores of U.S.A.Forgotten on a battle field then thousand miles awayWhile life goes on as usual from New York to Santa FeAs we go marching onI’ve seen my buddies ambushed on the left and on the rightAnd their youthful bodies riddled by the bullets of the nightWhere all the rules are broken and the only law is mightAs we go marching onWhile we’re fighting in the jungles they were marching in the streetWhile we’re dying in the rice fields they were helping our defeatWhile we’re facing V.C. bullets they were sounding a retreatAs we go marching onWith our sweat we took the bunkers, with our tears we took the plainWith our blood we took the mountains and they gave it back againStill all of us are soldiers, we’re too busy to complainAs we go marching onWhen I reach my final campground in that land beyond the sunAnd the great commander asks me, « Did you fight or did you run? »I’ll stand both straight and tall stripped of medals, rank and gunAnd this is what I’ll say:Sir, I followed all my orders and I did the best I couldIt’s hard to judge the enemy and hard to tell the goodYet there’s not a man among us would not have understoodWe took the jungle village exactly like they saidWe responded to their rifle fire with everything we hadAnd when the smoke had cleared away a hundred souls lay deadSir, the soldier that’s alive is the only once can fightThere’s no other way to wage a war when the only one in sightThat you’re sure is not a VC is your buddy on your rightWhen all the wars are over and the battle’s finally wonCount me only as a soldier who never left his gunWith the right to serve my country as the only prize I’ve wonAs we go marching onGlory, glory hallelujah glory, glory hallelujah