1967 Don McLean

[Verse 1]
1967, the draft caught up with me
Me and my pal Joe went off to war
We might find hero's heaven
But we'd keep the country free
We would surely win just like before
Roy Rogers, he was on his horse
And Buck Jones drew his gun
We would surely win of course
When the battle was all done

[Verse 2]
1967 I came back alone
They brought Joe back in plastic on the plane
1967 seems so long ago
But I can't forget my friend or ease my pain
His family may forget him
His children may regret him
Wife may find another and go on
His picture may grow faded
And the world he knew gone jaded
But as long as I shall live I surely know
I never will forget my buddy Joe

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