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The Odds Lyrics by Thomas K. White
Thomas K. White Lyrics
Written By Thomas K White (BMI)
Dedicated to all the Vietnam War veterans
[1] They all wonder… how he got that poker stare….
They don’t know…. what he done over there…
Cause he don’t talk about it…. some things you just don’t….
Still wonders to this day….how the hell he made it home…
CHORUS
He still can’t tell you…no he just don’t know…
The odds of getting shot down twice….. to the jungle below….
And comin’ back home…
[2] Never looks worried as they flip his cards…
He’s been dealt a good hand…. before he starts…
Mission after mission…bullets riddled that Huey
Nobody got to tell him nothing…. about being lucky
CHORUS
He still can’t tell you…no he just don’t know…
The odds of getting shot down twice….. to the jungle below….
And comin’ back home…
[Instrumental to the modulation][Modulation]
[3] As the night rolls… on he loses and he wins…
But he learned one thing…. from surviving tail spins…
No choice but to ride it out…the best way you can….
And hope someway somehow you get dealt a good hand…
CHORUS
He still can’t tell you…no he just don’t know…
The odds of getting shot down twice….. to the jungle below….
And comin’ back home…
TAG: Comin back home….
Coming back home…
[Thanks to Robert D Metzgar for lyrics]
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