It's the Bonnie and Clyde days
   Where the girls wear curls and lace
   And the boys can't stand the pace of war
  
   It's not the war but the cause the country's fighting for
   The seed of discontent is sown
   They're burning card back home, back home
  
   The old folks just can't ignore
   The posters with ink anymore
   I'm not sure what to think
  
   Now I wonder why I'm on this foreign shore
   To find peace of mind
   For now I walk alone
   Amd it's no better to leave than stay
   And give more than I had to give
  
   My life was not my own the wife I've never known
   I may never know I may never go back home
   To the land of the free, back home
   To the land of the free back home
   Would there be a place for me back home back home?
  
   Well I always wonder why
   Will they take me when I die back home