My Father was a River Rat in Vietnam. This was a homage to them. Lyrics by me. Ai music created.
(Verse 1)
In the heart of the jungle, where shadows writhe,
The River Rats emerge, their souls ablaze with strife.
Their boats cut through the murky waters, silent and swift,
Warriors of the Mekong, their fate forever adrift.
(Verse 2)
Their vessels bear scars, etched by enemy fire,
Yet they press on, fueled by rage and desire.
The scent of gunpowder hangs heavy in the air,
As they navigate the currents, a deadly affair.
(Chorus)
Vietnam River Rats, guardians of the night,
Their eyes like steel, their hearts burning bright.
Through monsoon rains and napalm skies,
They sail the river's veins, where courage never dies.
(Bridge)
Amidst the chaos, they find brotherhood's embrace,
Their camaraderie forged in battle, a sacred space.
Each bullet dodged, each life spared, a debt repaid,
Their souls entwined, forever bound by the raid.
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3)
The moonlight reveals their faces, etched with pain,
Haunted by fallen brothers, names eternally ingrained.
They've seen the horrors-the screams, the crimson tide,
Yet they fight on, fueled by duty, honor, and pride.
(Verse 4)
In the quiet moments, when stars pierce the black,
They remember loved ones-letters unread, promises intact.
Their hands grip the cold metal, triggers itching to release,
Defenders of freedom, their resolve shall never cease.
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
Vietnam River Rats, guardians of the night,
Their eyes like steel, their hearts burning bright.
Through monsoon rains and napalm skies,
They sail the river's veins, where courage never dies.
(Outro)
As the sun sets low, casting shadows on the shore,
The River Rats stand tall, their valor forevermore.
In the echoes of distant gunfire, their legacy lives,
Vietnam River Rats, unsung heroes, fierce as knives.