Lay wake at night, can’t sleep a wink
Go down to the kitchen and I fix myself a drink
Staring out the window, the time goes crawling by
If I could find the teardrops I’d break down and cry
Just like Lazarus, come back from the dead
All them bad dreams keep runnin’ round my head
Lost out in the darkness, can’t seem to find the dawn
In the valley of the shadow, souvenirs of Vietnam
Some of them was hungry, some of them was fed
Some of them was homeys, and some of them was red
Some of them got lucky, they lived to tell the tale
Some of them was letters, to their mamas in the mail
Put my hand on the Good Book and look you in the eye
Can’t never see no reason so many have to die
Ten thousand years of killing, must make the devil grin
In the valley of the shadow, will there ever be an end?
©1999 Bishop Cochran Congaree Road Music BMI