Corb Lund - Student Visas

music and lyrics by Corb Lund





They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair


They gave us student visas when we were over there


They staged us out of Hondo al este del Salvador 


I guess you'd call us Contras but no one calls much no more


There ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and I don’t wanna do no more





My great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank


Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in the Nam {Da Nang}


I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say {CIA}


We played with better guns and I could use the extra pay


Did Reagan give the order? Did cocaine pay the bill?


They said we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell


There ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and I don’t wanna do no more





This was before Blackhawks and RPGs were king


My buddy on the door gun, he never felt a thing


When our Huey caught a rocket and both the pilots killed


And it pitched us over sideways on some Nicaraguan hill


My back felt like it’s broken, my legs I could not feel


I kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell


There ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and I ain’t gonna do no more





I never did heal up right from injuries sustained


Officially in Germany, officially while we trained


I remember all their faces, I dream about them still


I guess we's fightin’ communists but it was kinda hard to tell


There ain’t no fun in killin’ folk, and I don’t wanna do no more





I speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well


Foxtrot tango whiskey alpha golf tango hotel


A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable guilt


That village, it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell


There ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and I don’t wanna do no more


Believe me, I’ve done plenty boys and I ain’t gonna do no more


But of course if they back me in the corner they’ll be dead before they hit the floor














		
			



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