Vietnam blues

Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin about Vietnam
Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin about Vietnam
The law all the days killing me down in Mississippi, nobody seems to give a damn
Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam
Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam
The poor boys fightin, killin and hidin all in holes,
Maybe killin their own brother , they do not know
Mr. President you always cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave
Oh how you cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave
How can you tell the world how we need peace, and you still mistreat and killin poor me.
(* Another blues about Vietnam, from 1966. This time J B Lenoir links it to the racial murders in the Southern States at the time .*)