It's the Bonnie and Clyde days

Where the girls wear curls and lace

And the boys can't stand the pace of war



It's not the war but the cause the country's fighting for

The seed of discontent is sown

They're burning card back home, back home



The old folks just can't ignore

The posters with ink anymore

I'm not sure what to think



Now I wonder why I'm on this foreign shore

To find peace of mind

For now I walk alone

Amd it's no better to leave than stay

And give more than I had to give



My life was not my own the wife I've never known

I may never know I may never go back home

To the land of the free, back home

To the land of the free back home

Would there be a place for me back home back home?



Well I always wonder why

Will they take me when I die back home