• its takin me back.
    takin me back again.
    back to the gunsmoke

    1942
    fightin the war,
    when things turned blue,
    and then i got,
    the letter, that turned me it too,

    my best friend,
    my family too,
    killed back in the old red white and blue,
    everythin faded,
    everythin left,
    except the gunsmoke.

    gunsmoke keeps the war alive
    we all need it just to survive
    and i dont know
    quite what i think of it.

    gunsmoke turns a white man blue
    their skin the color of the bloods hue,
    peice them together with glue...

    everythin came back,
    too suddenly,
    the enemy was swarmin around me
    facin the sun, only one thing left to do,

    i kicked up my old revolver
    unloaded once or twice,
    though savin those bullets,
    wouldve been nice,
    what am i fightin for
    whats left for me to lose,
    but gunsmoke

    gunsmoke keeps the war alive
    we all need it just to survive
    and i dont know
    quite what i think of it.

    gunsmoke turns a white man blue
    their skin the color of the bloods hue,
    peice them together,
    what else you gonna do?

    takin me back.
    takin me back to home
    even though everyone i cared for is gone

    whats left there?
    nothin but stone cold memories
    of what used to be,
    before the night struck.

    nothin to do
    nothin to see,
    but gunsmoke

    gunsmoke keeps the war alive
    we all need it just to survive
    and i dont know
    quite what i think of it.

    gunsmoke turns a white man blue
    their skin the color of the bloods hue,
    peice them together,
    is just about all you can do...

    through the gunsmoke.