Vietcong Blues
Composer(s): Junior Wells
Performer(s): Junior Wells; Buddy Guy



I woke up early this mornin' 
I was feelin' kind of blue 
My landlady said you got a letter here 
And I began to sing the blues 
It was from my brother 
Don't you know the boy's laying down in Vietnam 
Lord they say, you don't have no reason to fight baby but 
Lord knows you think you're right 
(But you got to be wrong, don't you hear me, you got to be wrong, now pick up...) 

You wake up early in the mornin' baby 
And you don't have nothin' to eat 
You can't buy yourself no clothes baby 
Lord knows who can you meet 

My brother's in Vietnam 
People don't you know just why I'm singin' these blues 
You might have no respect for your country darlin' 
But that's why, that's why I'm singin' these blues 
(You better pick up baby and get with it, you hear me? Looka here...) 

The mothers, all the wives, 
all the fathers, that have sons, 
in Vietnam, you hear me? 
This is to you 
Always 

Oh I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin' 
People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind 
Lord I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin' 
People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind 
It's so sad, it's so sad to think about your people 
Lord when the other man thinks they're wrong 
(You're not right baby. Hear this just before I go) 

Lord I woke up in the mornin'... 
You're gonna look up, you're gonna look up and find yourself gone 
Lord I woke up this mornin' 
You're gonna look up and find yourself gone 
(How would you feel if it was your brother over there, eh? How would you feel?) 
Lord then you're gonna ask the good Lord to forgive you 
Please forgive me for my sins