Written by Johnny Cash
Published by Song of Cash Inc. ASCAP
[E]
[E]I got a friend named Whiskey Sam[E7]
He was my [A]boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He [B7]said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em [E]twenty-five years to [B7]welcome me back [E]
But, it's [E]better than not coming back at all [E7]
[A]Many a good man I saw fall
[B7]And even now, every time I dream
I hear the [E]men and the monkeys in the [B7]jungle scream [E]
| E
|Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
| B7 E
|My children love me , but they don't understand
| A E
|And I got a woman who knows her man
| B7 E
|Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
But, with all that fire, I was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead , but by God's grace
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when I walk
Got a little tremolo when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam
Published by Song of Cash Inc. ASCAP
[E]
[E]I got a friend named Whiskey Sam[E7]
He was my [A]boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He [B7]said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em [E]twenty-five years to [B7]welcome me back [E]
But, it's [E]better than not coming back at all [E7]
[A]Many a good man I saw fall
[B7]And even now, every time I dream
I hear the [E]men and the monkeys in the [B7]jungle scream [E]
| E
|Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
| B7 E
|My children love me , but they don't understand
| A E
|And I got a woman who knows her man
| B7 E
|Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
But, with all that fire, I was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead , but by God's grace
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when I walk
Got a little tremolo when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam