He came home from Vietnam
He cheated death and now he's paying the price
He hears the voices of his fallen brothers
Screaming in agony and pain
Bullets flying everywhere
Men dropping to the ground with a thud
Panic and horror creeping in
A tornado taking his soul
He screams and awakes soaked in sweat
It was just another nightmare
He takes a long pull of the bottle
Trying to numb the memories
He is not alright but he will never admit it
He was an American soldier
He survived
But how could he feel so dead and hollow in the inside?
He went to sleep with the bottle clung to him
Another whiskey lullaby
Trying to drown out the hell of war
He drinks till he can't anymore
Then it's back to those nightmares
The feeling of guilt for coming out alive settling in
He's got the weight of Vietnam on his shoulders
In the bottle he sees their faces
He hears their hollers for help
He feels the very life draining out of them
He's held so many dying men
Men who had wives and kids
Men who wanted to tie the knot
Men who are now six feet underground
And it's all his fault, he thinks
He takes the bottle and falls asleep to another whiskey lullaby.