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Thud Ridge   
(Irv Levine- 1968)


Oh there are some hills in North Vietnam,
They call "old Thud Ridge" and they point on down
Towards the heart of town, past Hia Gia bridge.
For those who fly up yonder, through a hail of SAMs and flak,
Or a MiG on your tail, can really be hell
For some won't be coming back.

I can't recall his name now, and I can't show you the place
Where a friend was shot down near the heart of town
While tears ran down my face.
Woe to the kids and widow
Who bear their grief alone,
For their man who flew up yonder,
He won't be coming home.
I don't know that it's worth it,
That we hold a sacred trust,
There are those at home burn draft cards and groan
But they don't speak for us.

Now there are some hills in North Vietnam,
They call "old Thud Ridge" and they point on down
Towards the heart of town, past Hia Gia bridge.
Yes there are some hills in North Vietnam,
They call "old Thud Ridge" and they'll be there
'till the trumpets' blare to call the lost pilots home.

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