Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Well good evening folks it’s good to be back in the good old USA
Where they make damn sure they all the wars thousands of mile away
I’ve just been across the ocean to see my family home
But after what I saw there, I never more will roam
Chorus:
Oh, give me a home the Panthers roam and the Weathermen so free
Take a walk in the dark around Central Park, it does not bother me
Tear the country in two, but whatever you do, let me stay right where I am
For I do not want another trip to England’s Vietnam
When I arrived in Alvagroad, that’s where the planes do go
It used to be Nuts Corner, why they changed it, I just don’t know
I was wearing a an army jacket, from Vietnam it came
When a soldier stuck a gun in my ribs and he said, ‘I know your game’
‘Oh, where’s your black beret,’ he cried, ‘and your hurling stick, as well’
I shot him with my camera and like a stone he fell
They I called for a policeman, saying, ‘Take this poor man away.’
You know this would never happen, in the good old USA
Chorus
Well the policeman took me by the hand, said, ‘Come along with me,’
‘Cause I can see by that gleam in your eye that you hate democracy.’
You’re a Trotskyist from the Kremlin, you’re a Vatican, anarchist spy
You’re a communist from China, all coming from the F.B.I.
Well I knew that I had to leave there, I tell you what I done
I slipped five dollars in his hand and I began to run
Then I walked the streets of Belfast, from the New Lodge to the Falls
Watching rubber bullets go bouncing off the walls
Chorus:
Oh, give me a home the Panthers roam and the Weathermen so free
Take a walk in the dark around Central Park, it does not bother me
Tear the country in two, but whatever you do, let me stay right where I am
For I do not want another trip to England’s Vietnam
No I do not want another trip to England’s Vietnam