Saigon it was all gone. The same coke machines as the streets I grew on. Down in a mesquite canyon come walking along the ridge. Me and the brothers under the bridge. Campsites an hours walk from the nearest road or town. Theres too much brush in camp for the chp choppers to touch down. Aint lookin for nothin  I just want to live. Me and the brothers under the bridge. Come the santa anas and man that dry brush would light. Jimmy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night. We buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridge. Me and the brothers under the bridge. I had enough of the town oh and the straight life. Aint careful you end up on the wrong end of someones knife. Now I want no trouble and I ain't got none to give. Me and the brothers under the bridge. Well I shipped home back in 72. And you know you were just a beautiul light in your moms dark eyes of. Blue. I stepped out on the tarmac we were just kids. Me and the brothers under the bridge. Come veterans day I sat on the stand in my dress blues. I held your mothers hand and they passed with the red white and. Blue. One minute youre right there and somethin slips...