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Put Up Their Names (The Ballad of the U.S.S. Frank E. Evans) - Tom Guerra

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Published on Feb 24, 2013

Put up their names, high on the Wall
Make that black stone, their last port of call
There's room for the names of those 74
Who sailed alongside an unwinnable war

Down in DC there is yonder's wall
For those who died in the Vietnam war
Fifty eight thousand and two sixty one
But they are still missing The 74

Was the third day of June in 1969
American sons shipped to jungle front lines
While these boys fought and while these boys they died
The Navy engaged in a war exercise

in the South China Sea not far from where war waged
A small fleet of ships whos maneuvers were staged
Our Navy and then some Australian ships played
Prepared for the enemy no doubt on the way

On the side in big numbers read 754
The destroyer Frank E. Evans had seen three wars
With close to 300 young sailors on board
That moonlit night they knew not what lay in store

So put up their names, high on the Wall
Make that black stone, their last port of call
Make room for the names of those 74
Who sailed alongside an unwinnable war

The HMAS Melbourne was three times the size
Of Evans it was the Australians' prize
When the aircraft readied the planes taking aim
The Evans drew close to help with war games

When Melbourne instructed the Evans hard port
For reasons unknown Evans went hard starboard
With throttles wide open, the Melbourne sliced through
Destroyer Frank Evans was now split in two

So put up their names, high on the Wall
Make that black stone, their last port of call
There's room for the names of those 74
Who sailed alongside an unpopular war

The bow of the Evans sank to the sea floor
Taking the lives of all 74
Asleep in their bunks, there was no one to save
Sent 74 to a watery grave

A one man court martial found Capt. McLemore
At that fateful hour, was deep in a snore
Both Ramsey and Hopson were out of their realm
Had no business piloting the Evans' helm

To honor those lost in the Vietnam War
A black wall was made for the names of lost corps
When asked of the missing seventy four
The government said they weren't in the real war

So put up their names, high on the Wall
Make that black stone, their last port of call
There's room for the names of those 74
Who died getting set for the Vietnam War

So put up their names, high on the Wall
Make that black stone, their last port of call
There's room for the names of those 74
Who sailed alongside an unwinnable war
Who sailed alongside an unpopular war

Who died getting set for the Vietnam War.


(c) 2013 Tom Guerra - Mambo Sons Songs
www.TomGuerra.com

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