Gousters Only Eighteen
We was just kids...gettin a hold on...gettin a load
on..searchin our dreams.We were just laughin...at all
that had happened...in our young short lives...not
even begun.
It was the Sixties...no where to mix these...troubled
emotions
that got me in jail.
No family to own me...I found myself lonely..got myself
drafted
for being eighteen...
I heard the judge sentence.. it's Nam or detention
To the court I did mention... I was only eighteen.
In the time that I spent there..I never could dare
share..the horror
inside me with the boys that I knew.
And when I did come back...There was only the dumb lack
of what I had seen there that had made me unreal.
Over and over, I'm livin it over..the loss and the horror
of what I have seen.
only eighteen ( repeat ) I've nurtured an illness....as
deep as the stillness
that lives in my dreams or so it may seem. Deep in my
night sweat...I never
can forget the lives that were forfeit... for being
eighteen...only eighteen (r)
