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This song haunts me every time I hear it. Thanks to Sy Hersh, Admiral McRaven is starting to sound a lot like the "Colonel" figure in The Gringo's Tale:
Beggin' your pardon there, stranger You look like you're new to this town We're a long way away from the beach here You won't see many gringos around Well, I come from west Colorado And I've wandered this world far and wide I've lived for some years in the shadows And my eyes aren't used to this light If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey I will tell you the tale of my life It's long and it's sad, but it fits me And it may bring a tear to your eye
All the men of my family were solidiers The hard-fightin', straight-talkin' kind When my turn came, all that was over But I'd already made up my mind I was there when we blew though Grenada And I still have to ask myself why Then we took down that fool Noriega That's where I caught the good Colonel's eye Well, he asked me if I loved my country And before I had time to reply He regaled me with tales of past glories And I believed every one of his lies
So I left my old life behind me Turned my back on my family and friends And I did everything that they asked me And I lost some sleep now and again And I lived like a thief and assassin And I smuggled their poisons sometimes Until I asked the wrong question in passing And the Colonel himself dropped the dime
So if you're ever in west Colorado Tell the folks in Durango goodbye There's a price on my head and I can't go So I'll just wait around here 'til I die
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