Corb Lund - Student Visas lyrics

They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair They gave us student visas when we were over there They staged us out of Hondo al este del Salvador I guess you'd call us Contras but no one calls us much no more There ain't no fun in k**in' folk and I don't wanna do no more My great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in the Nam {Da Nang} I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say {CIA} We played with better guns and I could use the extra pay Did Reagan give the order? Did c**aine pay the bill? They said we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell There ain't no fun in k**in' folk and I don't wanna do no more This was before Blackhawks and RPGs were king My buddy on the door gun, he never felt a thing When our Huey caught a rocket and both the pilots k**ed And it pitched us over sideways on some Nicaraguan hill My back felt like it's broken, my legs I could not feel I kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell There ain't no fun in k**in' folk and I ain't gonna do no more I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Germany, officially while we trained I remember all their faces, I dream about them still I guess we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell There ain't no fun in k**in' folk, and I don't wanna do no more I speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well Foxtrot tango whiskey, and I'll see you in hell A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable guilt That village, it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell There ain't no fun in k**in' folk and I don't wanna do no more Believe me, I've done plenty boys and I ain't gonna do no more 'Course if they back me in the corner they'll be dead before they hit the floor