Song Lyrics
Reflecting on the viet-cong, several years came and went
Uncle john s band and a dylan song, with the grateful dead spinnin round
one tour of duty on a foreign shore
a simple life ain t all that hard
a good man s life he was chiselin
Uncle john s band and a dylan song, by the life of the brooklyn kid
uncle john s band and a dylan song
A new generation on the ground, by the life of the brooklyn kid Kid, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine
A simple life ain t all that hard, don t try to find it make the time, several years came and went
Fightin for his way home, kick your feet back and be astound, spin some vinyl on his stereo
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine, one tour of duty on a foreign shore, with the grateful dead spinnin round
A new generation on the ground, kick your feet back and be astound
By the life of the brooklyn kid, several years came and went Kid, uncle john s band and a dylan song
Every now and then he speaks of war, he met a girl she met a man, with the grateful dead spinnin round
a simple life ain t all that hard
a good man s life he was chiselin
Left new york for texas man, left new york for texas man Cross, with the grateful dead spinnin round
Well i gotta friend that lives south of town, not one of them was poorly spent
He met a girl she met a man, several years came and went
The day that jerry garcia died, left new york for texas man