Brothers Under the Bridge Songtext
von Martin Simpson

Saigon is long gone
Same Coke machines as the streets I grew on
Down in Mesquite Canyon, we come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge
The campsite is an hour′s walk from the nearest road to town
Too much brush and canyon for the CHP choppers to touch down
I ain't looking for nothing, I just want to live
Me and the brothers under the bridge


Come the Santa Ana, my, how that dry brush′ll light
Billy Dabney got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
And we buried his body in the white stones high up on the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

You get tired of the town, tired of the town and the street life
Over nothing you wind up on the wrong end of someone's knife
I don't want no trouble and I ain′t got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridge

I shipped home, shipped home in ′72
You were just a beautiful light in your mother's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come Veteran′s Day, sat on the stand in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand as it passed
Through the red, white, and blue