Big and Rich 8th of November Lyrics Said Goodbye to his moma As he left south dakota To fight for the Red, White and Blue He was 19 and green with a new M16 Just doin what he had to do He was dropped in the jungle Where the choppers would Rumble With the smell of Napalm in the air Then the sergeant said, Look up ahead Like a dark, evil cloud 1200 came down On him and 29 more They fought for their lives But most of them died In the 173rd Airborne. On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left standing that day. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965, the 8th of November. Now he's 58 And his ponytails gray But the battle still plays in his head He limps when he walks, But he's strong when he talks About the shrapnel they left in his leg. He puts on a grey suit Over his Airborne tattoo And He ties it on one time a year And remembers the fallen, As he orders a tall one And swallows it down with his tears. On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left standing that day. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965, the 8th of November. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965. On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left <b>...</b>