Well, I got a friend named Whiskey Sam, he was my boonie rat buddy for a year and now,he said I think my country got a little off track, took him 25 years to welcome me back.But it's better than not coming back at all, many a good man I saw fall, and even now everytime I dream, I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream.Drive on, it don't mean nothing, my children love me but they don't understand, and I gota woman who knows her man.Drive on, it don't mean nothing, it don't mean nothing, drive on.Well I remember one night, Tex and me, rappled in on a hot LZ, we had a six-teens on rockand roll, and with all of that fire I was scared and cold.I was crazy, and I was wild, and I have seen the tiger smile, I spit in a bamboo viper'sface, and I'd be dead, but by God's grace, drive on.Drive on, it don't mean nothing, my children love me but they don't understand, and I gota woman who knows her man.Drive on, it don't mean nothing, it don't mean nothing, drive on.It was a slow walk in a sad rain, and nobody tried to be John Wayne, I came home but Texdid not, and I can't talk about the hit he got.But I got a little limp now when I walk, and I got a little tremolo when I talk, but myletter read from Whiskey Sam, you're a walking, talking miracle from Vietnam.Drive on, it don't mean nothing, my children love me but they don't understand, and I gota woman who knows her man.Drive on, it don't mean nothing, it don't mean nothing, drive on.