Verse 1 Ten A.M. at a Key West tourist dive At the bar’s edge sits a crumpled old man Says his name is Robert, folks call him Uncle Bob Ain’t been sober since Vietnam Verse 1 - Part B He’s drifted like the Gulf Stream From Seattle down to the Keys Rode as far as the highway goes Drowning every memory Verse 2 Four A.M. and the Key West bars are closed Moon on the street, tourists gone home A lone shadow stumbles, drops to his knees No one hears him cry, his last word was “Please” Verse 2 - Part B Just another soldier With his head still in the war Cheap beer and bad pot His tide’s rolled out, but he’s still here Verse 3 Ten A.M. at a Key West tourist dive At the bar’s edge sits his worn green beret Tourists pass by, locals know what’s wrong The bartender says Uncle Bob is gone Verse 3 - Part B He had his service down at South Point Guess the whole damn island showed He never knew the friends he had You could feel it in the room Outro Just another soldier With his head still in the war Cheap beer and bad pot A toast to the old men now gone
