We’re the kid down the block, or the boy next door,

                   the sons of liberty, heading for war.

 

Though some men enlisted and others were drafted,

                   we soon came to find out we all had been shafted.

 

Most of us hated to leave home to fight,

                   but we did what we felt was our duty and right.

 

We all didn’t make it to South Vietnam,

                   but at least we were ready, cause we gave a damn.

 

While draft dodgers headed for north of the border,

                   we all kept fighting for freedom and order.

 

We saw lots of conflict and bloodshed and tears,

                   and carry it with us on down through the years.

 

Some bro’s weren’t so lucky, they paid a high cost,

                   they were captured or killed or missing or lost.

 

When we were finished fighting, and returned to this great land,

                   we were looked upon as misfits, and felt we’d all been damned.

 

We had done what our country asked, and then were pushed aside,

                   and something deep inside of us, went belly up and died.

 

You asked, just who we are right now, and what we have become?

                   we are a force of many men, who think and act as one.

 

We’re a motorcycle brotherhood who’s pride runs very deep,

                   and all we want’s the freedom that we fought so hard to keep.

 

We want to live our lifestyles without hassles from the “man”,

                   and help our own “downed” brothers, in any way we can.

 

The “Vietnam Vets Motorcycle Club”, a damn proud bunch of men,

                   And we’ll protect our freedom, if it means to fight again.