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I woke up early this mornin'I was feelin' kind of blueMy landlady said you got a letter hereAnd I began to sing the bluesIt was from my brotherDon't you know the boy's laying down in VietnamLord they say, you don't have no reason to fight baby butLord knows you think you're right(but you got to be wrong, don't you hear me, you got to be wrong, now pick up -)You wake up early in the mornin' babyAnd you don't have nothin' to eatYou can't buy yourself no clothes babyLord knows who can you meetMy brother's in VietnamPeople don't you know just why I'm singin' these bluesYou might have no respect for your country darlin'But that's why, that's why I'm singin' these blues(you better pick up baby and get with it, you hear me? Looka here -)The mothers, all the wives,All the fathers, that have sons,In Vietnam, you hear me?This is to youSongtexteAlwaysOh I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin'People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mindLord I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin'People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mindIt's so sad, it's so sad to think about your peopleLord when the other man thinks they're wrong(you're not right baby. Hear this just before I go -)Lord I woke up in the mornin' (*)You're gonna look up, you're gonna look up and find yourself goneLord I woke up this mornin'You're gonna look up and find yourself gone(how would you feel if it was your brother over there, eh? How would you feel?)Lord then you're gonna ask the good Lord to forgive youPlease forgive me for my sins. Aus Songtexte Mania