Dear Susan, I know you love me so
But I want to hear it in my ear.
You know I`d be there working at my craft
Had it not been for the draft.
Dry up your tear and feel no fear,
You`re here with me like I`m there with you.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
I`m writing a note beneath a tree,
The smell of the rain on the greenery.
Our fathers have painfully lost their way,
That`s why, my love, I`m here today
Hear me when I say there will come a day
When Kings will know and love can grow.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
Susan, I know you love me so
But I`d like to hear it in my ear.
You know I`d be there working at my craft
Had it not been for the draft.
Dry up your tear and feel no fear,
You`re here with me like I`m there with you.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy supposedly hating.
To Susan on the West Coast waiting,
>From Andy in Vietnam fighting.