I got a friend named Whiskey Sam. He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam. He said is my country just a little off track. Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back.
I got a friend named Whiskey Sam. He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam. He said is my country just a little off track. Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back.
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm. A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm. He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down.