Brothers Under The Bridge (1997/05/18 Palais des Congrès Acropolis, Nice, FR)

Saigon, it was all gone

The same Coke machines

As the streets I grew on

Down in a mesquite canyon

We come walking along the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town

Up here there's too much brush and canyon

For the CHP choppers to touch down

Ain't lookin' for nothin', just want to live

Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light

Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night

We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge

Had enough of town and the street life

Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife

Now I don't want no trouble

And I ain't got none to give

Me and the brothers under the bridge

I come home in '72

You were just a beautiul light

In your mama's dark eyes of blue

I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid

Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come Veterans' Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues

I held your mother's hand

When they passed with the red, white and blue

One minute you're right there ... and something slips...

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