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Songs of the Vietnam War Lyrics

Introduction: Throughout history, the strong feelings raised by the sacrifices, ideals, heartbreaks,

and triumphs of war have often been expressed by poets and artists in songs. Songs that best captured the strong feelings of Americans became very popular and lived on long after the details of

the conflict were forgotten. Whether they expressed patriotism and national ideals such as in The

Star-Spangled Banner and The Battle Hymn of the Republic, sacrifice and heroism such as in When

Johnny Comes Marching Home, or disappointment and loss such as All Quiet Along the Potomac

Tonight, these songs have become part of the history. The Vietnam War was no exception. Below is a

small selection of the many songs written by Americans, Vietnamese, and French about the Vietnam

War.

Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation

By Tom Paxton (1965, folk) < >

I got a letter from L.B.J., it said, ¡°This is your lucky day.

It¡¯s time to put your khaki trousers on. Though it may seem very queer,

we¡¯ve got no jobs to give you here, so we are sending you to Viet Nam¡±

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And Lyndon Johnson told the nation, ¡°Have no fear of escalation,

I am trying ev¡¯ryone to please. Though it isn¡¯t really war,

we¡¯re sending fifty thousand more to help save Viet Nam from Viet Namese.¡±

I jumped off the old troop ship, I sank in mud up to my hips,

And cussed until the captain called me down, ¡°never mind how hard it¡¯s raining,

Think of all the ground we¡¯re gaining, just don¡¯t take one step outside of town.¡±

Every night the local gentry slip out past the sleeping sentry

They go out to join the old V.C. in their nightly little dramas,

They put on their black pajamas and come lobbing mortar shells at me.

We go ¡®round in helicopters like a bunch of big grasshoppers

Searching for the Viet Cong in vain. They left a note that they had gone,

They had to get back to Saigon, their government positions to maintain.

Well, here I sit in this rice paddy, wondering about Big Daddy,

And I know that Lyndon loves me so; yet how sadly I remember

Way back yonder in November when he said I¡¯d never have to go.

The word came from the very top that soon the shooting war would stop

The pockets of resistance were so thin. There just remained some trouble spots,

Like Viet Nam, Detroit and Watts, Gene McCarthy and Ho Chi Minh.

They sent me to some swampy hole we went out on a night patrol.

Just who was who was very hard to tell. With Martha Raye and 13 Mayors,

Half of Congress, 6 ball players and Ronald Reagan yelling, ¡°Give ¡®em hell!¡±

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Le D¨¦serteur (The Deserter)

By Boris Vian (1954, ballad), translated by Lucille Duperron < >

Monsieur le Pr¨¦sident

Je vous fais une lettre

Que vous lirez peut-¨ºtre

Si vous avez le temps

Mister President

I¡¯m writing you a letter

That you might read

If you have time

Quand j¡¯¨¦tais prisonnier

On m¡¯a vol¨¦ ma femme

On m¡¯a vol¨¦ mon ?me

Et tout mon cher pass¨¦

When I was a prisoner

They stole my wife

They stole my soul

And all my dear past

Je viens de recevoir

Mes papiers militaires

Pour partir ¨¤ la guerre

Avant mercredi soir

I just received

My military orders

To go to war

Before Wednesday night

Demain de bon matin

Je fermerai ma porte

Au nez des ann¨¦es

mortes

J¡¯irai sur les chemins

Monsieur le Pr¨¦sident

Je ne veux pas la faire

Je ne suis pas sur terre

Pour tuer des pauvres

gens

Mister President

I don¡¯t want to do it

I¡¯m not on earth

To kill poor people

Tomorrow at dawn

I close my door

To the face of the dead

years

And I go on the road

Je mendierai ma vie

Sur les routes de France

De Br¨¦tagne en Provence

Et je dirai aux gens

I will beg for my life

On the roads of France

From Brittany to Provence

And I¡¯ll tell the people

C¡¯est pas pour vous

f?cher

Il faut que je vous dise

Ma d¨¦cision est prise

Je m¡¯en vais d¨¦serter

It is not that I want to make

you angry

But I have to tell you

My decision is made

I¡¯m going to desert

R¨¦fusez d¡¯obeir

R¨¦fusez de la faire

N¡¯allez pas ¨¤ la guerre

R¨¦fusez de partir

Don¡¯t obey

Don¡¯t do it

Don¡¯t go to war

Don¡¯t go!

S¡¯il faut donner son sang

Allez donner le votre

Vous ¨ºtes bon ap?tre

Monsieur le Pr¨¦sident

If one has to shed blood

Then go and shed yours

Practice what you preach

Mister President

Si vous me poursuivez

Prevenez vos gendarmes

Que je n¡¯aurai pas d¡¯armes

Et qu¡¯ils pourront tirer

If you search for me

Tell your policemen

That I¡¯ll be unarmed

And that they can shoot

Depuis que je suis n¨¦

Since I was born

J¡¯ai vu mourir mon p¨¨re I¡¯ve seen my father die

J¡¯ai vu partir mes fr¨¨res I¡¯ve seen my brothers

leave

Et pleurer mes enfants

And my children cry

Ma m¨¨re a tant souffert

Qu¡¯elle est dedans sa

tombe

Et se moque des bombs

Et se moque des vers

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My mother suffered so much

That she is in her grave

And laughs at bombs

And laughs at decay

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The Ballad of the Green Berets

By Barry Sadler and Robin Moore (1966, country) < >

Fighting soldiers from the sky, fearless men who jump and die,

Men who mean just what they say, the brave men of the Green Beret.

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Silver wings upon their chest. These are men, America¡¯s best.

One hundred men will test today, but only three win the Green Beret.

Trained to live off nature¡¯s land, trained in combat hand to hand,

Men who fight by night and day, courage big from the Green Beret.

Back at home a young wife waits. Her Green Beret has met his fate.

He has died for those oppressed, leaving her his last request.

Put silver wings on my son¡¯s chest. Make him one of America¡¯s best.

He¡¯ll be a man they¡¯ll test one day. Have him win the Green Beret.

The March of Liberation

By Luu Nguyen and Long Hung, North Vietnamese (1966, march), translation

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Our native land is shuddering, filled with hate for him who causes

So much suffering for our people. It calls on us for vengeance,

To repay the debt of blood. Workers and farmers rise up!

Intellectuals rise up! A thundering storm gathers in the China Sea

The tide is rising, and the whole people rise up as high as the tide!

chorus

For our people we march to the front! We¡¯ll wipe out the very last Yankee,

And proudly fly our Liberation flag! Let¡¯s raise our voices together,

Determined to fight and to win. Our people await the great day

When we sing the song of victory in freedom!

Our hearts are filled with wrath, broken from too much suffering,

From seeing the countryside burnt into ashes, and our cities turned into flames!

We long to be back in our hometowns, but we swear never to go home

Until the enemy is driven out forever, and our land is set free!

We must overcome all our problems! More exploits dared and won,

We must push forward! The golden star lights our road,

The path of revolution! At Kontum we avenge all the suffering.

At Ap Bac the blood debt is paid. We turn our hate into energy,

To make the enemy tremble and fall!

Dawn is breaking everywhere! We grasp our rifles firmly,

And resolutely press on forward. We will have a new life, or die!

The day is not far away, when our people will be happy and free.

From Ca Mau to Vinh-Linh the enemy is in his death-throes.

The sky is rosy with glory, and our golden star flies proudly in the free wind!

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Soldier¡¯s Last Letter

Recorded by Merle Haggard (originally written in 1944, recorded in the late 1960s, country)

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When the postman delivered a letter, it filled her dear heart full of joy.

But she didn¡¯t know till she read the inside, it was the last one from her darling boy.

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Dear Mom, was the way that it started. I miss you so much, it went on.

Mom, I didn¡¯t know that I loved you so, but I¡¯ll prove it when this war is won.

I¡¯m writing this down in a trench, Mom. Don¡¯t scold if it isn¡¯t so neat.

You know as you did when I was a kid and I¡¯d come home with mud on my feet.

The captain just gave us our orders, and Mom we will carry them through.

I¡¯ll finish this letter the first chance I get, but now I¡¯ll just say I love you.

Then the mother¡¯s old hands began to tremble and she fought against tears in her eyes.

But they came unashamed for there was no name, and she knew that her darling had died.

That night as she knelt by her bedside, she prayed Lord above hear my plea.

And protect all the sons that are fighting tonight, and dear God, keep America free!

Missing In Action

By Arthur Smith and Helen Kaye, recorded by Ernest Tubb in 1951 (country)

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The warship had landed and I came ashore,

The fighting was over for me evermore;

For I had been wounded, they left me for dead, a stone for my pillow and snow for my bed.

The enemy found me and took me away and made me a prisoner of war so they say;

But God in his mercy was with me one day; the gate was left open and I ran away.

I returned to the old home, my sweet wife to see, the home I had built for my darling and me.

The door I then opened and there on a stand, I saw a picture of her and a man.

The clothes she was wearing told me a sad tale, my darling was wearing a new bridal veil.

Then I found a letter and these words I read: ¡°Missing in action;¡± she thought I was dead.

So I kissed her picture and whispered goodbye; my poor heart was breaking but my eyes were dry.

I knew she¡¯d be happy if she never learned, I knew she must never know I had returned.

A vagabond dreamer, forever I¡¯ll roam, because there was no one to welcome me home;

The face of my darling no more will I see, for missing in action forever I¡¯ll be.

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A Tale of Two Soldiers

By Pham Duy, South Vietnamese folk singer (1968, folk), translation

There were two soldiers who lived in the same village

Both loved the fatherland¨CVietnam.

There were two soldiers who lived in the same village

Both loved the fields and the earth of Vietnam.

There were two soldiers, both of one family,

Both of one race¡ªVietnam.

There were two soldiers, both of one family,

Both of one blood¡ªVietnam.

There were two soldiers who were of one heart,

Neither would let Vietnam be lost.

There were two soldiers, both advancing up a road,

Determined to preserve Vietnam.

There were two soldiers who traveled a long road,

Day and night, baked with sun and soaked with dew.

There were two soldiers who traveled a long road,

Day and night they cherished their grudge.

There were two soldiers, both were heroes,

Both sought out and captured the enemy troops.

There were two soldiers, both were heroes,

Both went off to ¡°wipe out the gang of common enemies.¡±

There were two soldiers who lay upon a field,

Both clasping rifles and waiting.

There were two soldiers who one rosy dawn

Killed each other for Vietnam

Killed each other for Vietnam.

Pulling Our Artillery

Author unknown, Vietminh work song (1954), translation

How do we sing, two three how.

How do we sing, pulling our artillery through mountain passes.

How do we sing, two three how, pulling our artillery across streams.

How do we sing, two three how, pulling our artillery across mountains.

The mountains are steep,

But the determination in our hearts is higher than mountains.

The chasms are deep and dark,

But what chasm is as deep as our hatred?

How do we sing, two three how,

The fowl are about to crow on the mountain tops.

Pulling our artillery across mountain passes, before the early dawn.

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