BEIRUT BLUES
 
There’s a mother waiting, pacing the floor
Dreading that knock upon her door
Telling her her boy won’t be coming home
That he died in Beirut Lebanon

A father cries no, Lord he’s just eighteen
And bows his head and cries so shamelessly
And shouts out Lord, Lord please take me, but send my boy home
Alive from Beirut, Lebanon
Send my boy home, alive, from Beirut , Lebanon

Mister president please, hear my plea
And take a minute of your time to answer me
Is there nothing to gain, are our boys dying in vain
If so, please bring them home—alive, from Beirut, Lebanon
Bring our boys home, alive from Beirut, Lebanon

A young girl screams her disbelief
She’s suddenly filled Lord, with such grief
Only yesterday they spoke on the phone
And now her man is gone, he died in Beirut, Lebanon
Yeah her man is gone, he died in Beirut, Lebanon

A young boy prays, down on his knees
If there’s a God in heaven, please answer me
What did they kill him for, when we’re not at war
And why’s my daddy gone, why was he killed in Beirut, Lebanon
Why’s my daddy gone—why was he killed in Beirut, Lebanon

So, mister president, please, hear my plea
And take a minute of your time to answer me
Is ther nothing to gain-are our boys dying in vain
If so please bring them home, alive, from Beirut, Lebanon
Bring our boys home-alive, from Beirut Lebanon