FORSAKEN VETERAN OF THE DRUG WARS | Bob Crain - Songwriter
Artist:
Bob Crain - Songwriter
Album:
The Hippies Were Right
Title:
FORSAKEN VETERAN OF THE DRUG WARS
Genres:
Folk
Liner notes
Original Folk Acoustic Guitar and Vocals version of this song. A thumbnail view of the "war" the battles that took place and dead and injured left in its wake.
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License Contact: Bob Crain - bsharpmusicmgt@gmail.com Copyright APRA
There were rumours of war back in ’62 beatniks on Sunset and jazzmen too By ’65 in LA and Frisco it was hard work getting gold up from Mexico It was all volunteer when he joined in he leaned how to roll ‘em when a lid was still 10 He liked the work fit in with the crowd keep your head when the man’s around The army marched to a psychedelic song campaigned long and hard when the sun was gone Light show colour lit up the sky so fine he sang as they boarded Jefferson Airline It was still the dawn of a righteous new age more joined the fold from every corner they came Learned to pull together and maintain the rage sweet Panama Red was the banner they waved
By ’67 it was open conflict young new minds seeking old ways fighting it They battled the War and the rape of the land against the enemy they stood joint in hand He moved up the ranks when acid dropped in the stakes were getting higher the mind was in Bob, the Beatles, the Dead and the Stones all the beautiful people came on board In ’69 just mind expanding fluff but as the money came in so did the harder stuff He left Hotel California to the islands he flew where the water was sweet and the Woowie grew He kept up the battle with comrades a new still fighting with rage played guitar too He fit in to the life as his island legend grew fighting like guerrillas now Captain and crew
To the volcanic islands cheap snow made its way the Captain now fuelled on cocaine and Tangueray War was still raging but now between themselves they lost the brotherhood but the money was swell The Captain looked around and it seemed all was lost his crew held together but at what cost It looked as if the young mind army was defeated old ways of treachery saw it mostly depleted With the last battle lost in ’75 it just came down to stayin’ alive The Captain kept fighting sometimes hand to hand nothing left of his men but a small trusty band Hard drugs and money replaced acid and weed the good bush so expensive just fair market greed The Captain stood alone flower children all gone it was hard to take what had become of the song
So the Captain checked out he had seen quite enough it had been a long war though lost bravely fought Junkies in the streets kids strung out on speed crack ravaged babies something called ecstasy Now the veteran sits in his old rocking chair it seems everyone forgot or they just didn’t care He remembers the time when they lived by a code the sweet smell of grass and the hope he did hold He stays in his cabin so deep in the South just him and his dog livin’ hand to mouth He still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold hoped the story of the Drug Wars is finally told Should we cling to the hope of an old drug war veteran who answered the call and lived through it all See him now his sacrifice for nothin’ here’s to an old forsaken Drug War veteran
