Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I`d never been
Held the rope on through the scope I wish I`d never seen
Air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy`s dream
Who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
In Germany in the `45, my mind was on the altar
Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed shelter
`Tragen` pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero`s welcome
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
Anll flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
Oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee Dollar (x12)
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry