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Talking Vietnam Pot-Luck Blues

Talking Vietnam Pot-Luck Blues
(Tom Paxton)

Well when I landed in Vietnam
I hardly got to see Saigon
They shaped us up and called the roll
and off we went on a long patrol
     Swappin' lies, swattin' flies,
     firing the odd shot here and there

Captain called a halt one night
And we had chow by the pale moon light
A lovely dinner they planned for us
With a taste like a seat on the crosstown bus
Some of the veterans just left theirs layin' in the can
      For the VietCong to find
      Said it was deadlier than a land mine

Well naturally somebody told a joke
and a couple of fellows began to smoke
I took a whiff as a cloud rolled by
And my nose went up like an infield fly
Captain, he's a blonde fellow, went to Yale looked up at
  me and said "What's a matter with you, baby" (you're supposed to
       dound very ghetto at this point)

Well I may be crazy, but I think not;
 swear to God that I smell pot!
ut who'd have pot in Vietnam?"
e said, "Whaddaya think you been sittin' on?"
hese funny little plants....
housands of them.
ood God Almighty!
astures of plenty!

So we all lit up and by and by
The whole platoon was flying high
With a beautiful smile on the captains face
He smelled like midnight on St. Marks Pl.
     Crackin' jokes, cleaning his weapon,
     chanting something about Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna

Well the moment came
as it comes to all
That I had to answer nature's call
I was stumbing around in a beautiful haze
When I met a little cat in black pj's
     He had a rifle, BF Goodrich sandals,
     Looked up at me and said "What's the matter with you, baby"
       (sounding just like the captain)

He said we're camping down the pass
And smelled you people blowing grass
And since, by the smell, you're smoking trash
I brought you a taste of a special stash
     Straight from Uncle Ho's victory garden
     We call it Hanoi Gold.

So his squad and my squad settled down
Passed some lovely stuff around
All too soon it was time to go
Captain got on the radio
      Said hello headquarters, headquarters
      We have met the enemy and they have been smashed.

Copyright Tom Paxton

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