Talking Vietnam Pot Luck Blues

Well when I landed in Vietnam

I hardly got to see Saigon

They shaped us up and called the roll

and off we went on a long patrol

Swappin' lies, swattin' flies,

firing the odd shot here and there

The Captain called a halt that night

And we had chow by the pale moon light

A lovely dinner they planned for us

With a taste like a seat on the crosstown bus

Some of the veterans just left theirs layin' in the

cans

For the VietCong to find

Deadlier than a land mine

Naturally somebody told a joke

and a couple of the fellows began to smoke

I took a whiff as a cloud rolled by

And my nose went up like an infield fly

Captain, he's a blonde fellow, from Yale looked at

me and said "What's a matter with you, baby"

Well I may be crazy, but I think not;

I'd swear to God that I smell pot!

but who'd have pot in Vietnam?"

he said, "Whaddaya think you been sittin' on?"

these funny little plants....

thousands of them.

Good God Almighty!

Pastures of plenty!

So we all lit up and by and by

The whole platoon was flying high

With a beautiful smile on the captains face

He smelled like midnight on St. Marks Pl.

Cleaning his weapon,

chanting something about Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna

The moment came

as it comes to all

That I had to answer nature's call

I was stumbing around in a beautiful haze

When I met a little cat in black pj's

Rifle, ammobelt, BF Goodrich sandals,

Looked up at me and said "What's the matter with you,

baby"

He said we're camping down the pass

And smelled you people blowing grass

And since, by the smell, you're smoking trash

I brought you a taste of a special stash

Straight from Uncle Ho's victory garden

We call it Hanoi Gold.

So his squad and my squad settled down

Passed some lovely stuff around

All too soon it was time to go

Captain got on the radio

Said hello headquarters, hello headquarters

We have met the enemy and he has been smashed.