Vietnam Blues

Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam The law all the days killing me down in Mississippi, nobody seems to give a damn Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam The poor boys fightin', killin' and hidin' all in holes, Maybe killin' their own brother, they do not know Mister President you always cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave Oh how you cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave How can you tell the world how we need peace, and you still mistreat and killin' poor me.