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Bring Them Home (If You Love Your Uncle Sam)

Pete Seeger
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OriginaleNew words [1969] by Barbara Dane and GIs from Ft. Hood, 11/9/69 Album...
BRING THEM HOME (IF YOU LOVE YOUR UNCLE SAM)

If you love your Uncle Sam,
Bring them home, bring them home.
Support our boys in Vietnam,
Bring them home, bring them home.

It'll make our generals sad, I know,
Bring them home, bring them home.
They want to tangle with the foe,
Bring them home, bring them home.

They want to test their weaponry,
Bring them home, bring them home.
But here is their big fallacy,
Bring them home, bring them home.

I may be right, I may be wrong,
Bring them home, bring them home.
But I got a right to sing this song,
Bring them home, bring them home.

There's one thing I must confess,
Bring them home, bring them home.
I'm not really a pacifist,
Bring them home, bring them home.

If an army invaded this land of mine,
Bring them home, bring them home.
You'd find me out on the firing line,
Bring them home, bring them home.

Even if they brought their planes to bomb,
Bring them home, bring them home.
Even if they brought helicopters and napalm,
Bring them home, bring them home.

Show those generals their fallacy:
Bring them home, bring them home.
They don't have the right weaponry,
Bring them home, bring them home.

For defense you need common sense,
Bring them home, bring them home.
They don't have the right armaments,
Bring them home, bring them home.

The world needs teachers, books and schools,
Bring them home, bring them home.
And learning a few universal rules,
Bring them home, bring them home.

So if you love your Uncle Sam,
Bring them home, bring them home.
Support our boys in Vietnam,
Bring them home, bring them home.
BRING 'EM HOME

If you love your Uncle Sam,
Bring 'em home, bring 'em home
Stop the war in Vietnam!
Bring 'em home, bring 'em home.

45 thousand dead and gone
And Uncle Sam is in the wrong!

We wanta end this war right now.
Don't take a genius to figure out how.

Let 'em fly, or let 'em float,
Peck 'em up in a bi-ass boat!

They said it was a freedom fight,
Well now that's iust about half right!

There’s just one big fallacy,
It's our own GIs that wanta be free.

GIs fight, and GIs die,
Some get rich while Nixon lies.

In Chicago or Vietnam,
They're tryin' to get us to be "the man".

Well buddy, l've got news for you.
I got better things to do.

We're goin' down to Houston town,
Turn this murderin' system 'round.

The gen'rals would like us all to pray,
But it looks like marchin's the only way.

If they say that's not the way,
We'll give 'em one big "FTA"'

(verses not heard on record due to time:)

They call us a bunch of hippie kids,
But wait'll they find out what we did!

They say we blow our minds with dope,
But you know, our youth is our only hope!

I'm gonna let Vietnam alone,
Fight for my own rights here at home!

lf you big brass don't know what to do,
We won't kiss your ass and fight for you!

Home of the brave, land of the free,
Let the Vietnam people be.

Wash the blood off of our hands,
Bring our men back to our land.

Well I may be short and I may be tall,
But I sure ain't shaped like a cannonball!

We been marching a long, long time,
But today we‘re marching with our minds!


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