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Ron's got him a bottle, tucked down in his coat
And it's late October, and he's moving kind of slow
He's heading up the bleacher
He's going to find him a seat
And he's sitting in the same damn seat he sits in every week
Well, old Ronnie used to shine
He was a star on the field
He was an all-state and running back man
They used to call him the real Dave
And he had him a girl, and she was the finest thing in school
And they used to walk hand in hand
And back when Ronnie was so cool
And it's back on at 200 yards
Three touchdowns, followed by a big shot of whiskey
And we're going to tear up this town
Graduation came, 1965
And everybody's excited now
They are going to start their new life
Yeah, Ron got a letter, the next week in the mail
Coming from United State army
And they are shipping old Ron to hell
Now it's two tours of duty and he's growing on fast and means
You better keep your head on a swivel, Ron
While you are sporting that army green
And he's sleeping with both eyes open
And bullets keep on buzzing by his head
Laying face down in the jungle
Praying that he don't wake up dead
And it's back on at 200 shots fired
And three men killed, followed by a big old deep breath
And he's searching for his way, to spite
Now he lives alone in a little bitty house
In this one light town where it stays just quiet as a mess
He's got a stack of vinyl records
And he listens to them every night
He says it, "Ease my mind man"
I wanna, cut out the lies
Yeah, Ron still feels the fire
Yeah, Ron still hears the screams
Yeah, Ron, he's scared to sleep sometimes
Scared that he might dream
And when he does, well, he wakes up
In a cold, cold sweat
And his life is a little bit shaky, man
He's just a Vietnam, baby
Well, you might be too
If you've seen the things he's done
If you all go out there carrying a smoking gun
I was back when it was
200 shots of fire
And three men killed
Followed by a big deep breath
And he's searching for
His will and his guts to survive