Up on Courthouse Rock,
above Kentucky’s Red River Gorge,
fear runs through my veins,
and I start talking to the Lord.
You’ve got to help me climb on,
‘cause Daniel’s up on top,
and I’ve just got to see
what my brother’s seeing
up on Courthouse Rock.
Out in Vietnam,
I found a green and tangled land—
the devil in my veins
while the angels help me stand.
So I’ve got to march on,
just like Papa did in France,
‘cause Hanoi has a Red River too
and that’s where Daniel lost his platoon
out in Vietnam.
Up on Courthouse Rock,
meet your Maker, touch His hand.
When we got our wings,
we no longer had to stand.
‘Cause somewhere in that jungle,
we lost all we had,
and they found us together
by that distant river,
so our tale makes town folk shiver,
‘cause someone found our dog tags
by some camouflage rags
up on Courthouse Rock.
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