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Johnny can't drink cause Johnny ain't twenty-oneYa but he's eighteen and he's pretty handy with a gunThey sent him off to a foreign land gave him a new pair of boots and thirteen grand and he came back home with American blood on his hands George is a real go getter and he's runnin' the show and he should have known better but his old man told him to goHe sits at home with his feet on his desk while the boys got their's in the sandA million miles away with American blood on their handsJohnny can't walk but the medic says he's o.k. to flyAnd the newspapers tell us he's a hero and a hell of a guyThey sent him up to Washington for a photo op with a smoking gunHe's got a purple heart and American blood on his hands[Chorus]Black gold for silver starsCold hard cash for armored carsThe brass ain't fightin' but they're sure as hell taking a standAnd they'll have to live with American blood on their handsNow George stands up on a boat proudly waving the flagHe says the hard part's over and we knew it wouldn't be so badBut roadside bombs and six long years were never really part of the planWhat's a couple thousand more with American blood on their hands[Chorus]Now johnny can drink all day 'cause he's twenty-threeHe donated his legs to the worldwide land of the freeHe cries God bless America but God damn uncle SamWhile he stares through the tears with American blood on his hands[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania