Bar in Ovambo - Soldiers Friend
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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On a hot summer's evenin' in a bar room in Ovambo
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I was talking to a heavy with experience by the heaps
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And as I sat there listning to the stories of his contacts
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I was stariing at him wide-eyes, as he quitely speaks
[Verse 2]
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He said, "Son, I've made a life out of hunting' SWAPO turkeys
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and knowin' what the odds are I know where the danger lies
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If you don't mind me sayin', I know more you can think of
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If you buy me another whiskey I'll give you some advice"
[Verse 3]
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So I ordered him a another and he drank it with one swallow
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He put his fingers on his chest, on the scars of his fights
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And his face was very serious, as he put his empty glass gown
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"You're gonna play the game, boy, you better learn to play it right"
[Chorus]
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You've got to know when to hit them, know when you beat them
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Stay alive to walk away and know where to run
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You'll never count your kills while waiting in an ambush
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the shooting's done
[Verse 5] - Key Change
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Ev'ry hand should know that the secret to survival
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is stinking like the enemy and beat them to the draw
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Better wake up Buddy, dont think like a loser
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SWAPO'll take your hide off, and nail it to the floor
[Verse 6]
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When he'd finished speakin', he turned back to the barman
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swigged down a double round, staggered into the night
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And the heavy died of alchohol, in the darkness of Ovambo
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Never warned me about the Whisky, but he taught me how to fight
[Chorus]
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You've got to know when to hit them, know when you beat them
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Stay alive to walk away and know where to run
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You'll never count your kills while waiting in an ambush
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the shooting's done
[Outro]
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You've got to know when to hit them, know when you beat them
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Stay alive to walk away and know where to run
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You'll never count your kills while waiting in an ambush
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the shooting's done
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