If you see someone hangin’
Around your backdoor.
And that someone,
Looks a little bit like me.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children,
It’s your daddy,
And he’s home from across the sea.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children.
If you have,
A young boy up in Vietnam,
And he’s lying,
In a field up on his back,
And he’s dreamin’,
Of his family and his loved ones,
And he’s waiting,
Just to hear shot riffles crack.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children.
If you see someone hangin’
Around your backdoor.
And that someone,
Looks a little bit like me, yeah.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children,
It’s your daddy,
And he’s home from across the sea.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children.
If you have,
A young boy up in Vietnam,
And he’s lying,
In a field up on his back,
And he’s dreamin’,
Of his family and his loved ones,
And he’s waiting,
Just to hear shot riffles crack.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children.
If you see someone hangin’
Around your backdoor.
And that someone,
Looks a little bit like me, yeah.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children,
It’s your daddy,
And he’s home from across the sea.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell your darling children.
Oh momma,
Gonna tell them that I’m home.