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 thebrothers under the bridge

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearestroad to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon
For the CHPchoppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me andthe brothers under the bridge
Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'lllight
Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
Weburied his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and thebrothers 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'twant no trouble
And I ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers underthe bridge

I come home in '72
You were just a beautiul light
Inyour 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 thestands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand
When they passed withthe red, white and blue
One minute you're right there and somethingslips