text: Saigon, it was all gone
  The same Coke machines
  As the streets I grew on
  Down in a mesquite canyon
  We come walking along the ridge
  Me and the brothers under the bridge
  Campsites an hours walk from the nearest road to town
  Up here theres too much brush and canyon
  For the CHP choppers to touch down
  Aint lookin for nothin, just wanna live
  Me and the brothers under the bridge
  Come the Santa Anas, man, that dry brushll light
  Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
  We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
  Me and the brothers under the bridge
  Had enough of town and the street life
  Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someones knife
  Now I dont want no trouble
  And I aint got none to give
  Me and the brothers under the bridge
  I come home in 72
  You were just a beautiful light
  In your mamas dark eyes of blue
  I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid
  Me and the brothers under the bridge
  Come Veterans Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues
  I held your mothers hand
  When they passed with the red, white and blue
  One minute youre right there, and something slips