Vietnam, Vietnam Everybody's crying 'bout Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam Everybody's crying 'bout Vietnam Believe these lonely days are killing me down in Mississippi Nobody seems to give a darn
Oh, God, if you can hear my prayer Please help my brothers down in Vietnam Oh, Lord, if you can hear my prayer Please help my brothers over in Vietnam Poor boy's fighting and hiding in them holes Maybe killing their brothers they don't know
Mister President, you always talk about peace But you must clean up your house before you leave You're always crying, crying 'bout peace But, but you must clean up your house before you leave How can you tell the world they need peace when you You're still, you're still killing and mistreating poor me