paroles de chanson Bummer - Harry Chapin
His
mama
was
a
midnight
woman
His
daddy
was
a
drifter
drummer
One
night
they
put
it
together
Nine
months
later
came
the
little
black
bummer
He
was
a
laid
back
lump
in
the
cradle
Chewing
the
paint
chips
that
fell
from
the
ceiling
Whenever
he
cried
he
got
a
fist
in
his
face
So
he
learned
not
to
show
his
feelings
He
was
a
pig-tail
puller
in
grammer
school
Left
back
twice
by
the
seventh
grade
Sniffing
glue
in
Junior
High
And
the
first
one
in
school
to
get
laid
He
was
a
weed-speed
pusher
at
fifteen
He
was
mainlining
skag
a
year
later
He′d
started
pimping
when
they
put
him
away
In
jail
he
changed
from
a
junkie
to
a
hater
And
just
like
the
man
from
the
precinct
said:
"Put
him
away,
you
better
kill
him
instead.
A
bummer
like
that
is
better
of
dead
Someday
they're
gonna
have
to
put
a
bullet
in
his
head."
They
threw
him
back
on
the
street,
he
robbed
an
A
& P
He
didn′t
blink
at
the
buddy
that
he
shafted
And
just
about
the
time
they
would
have
caught
him
too
He
had
the
damn
good
fortune
to
get
drafted
He
was
A-One
bait
for
Vietnam,
you
see
they
needed
more
bodies
in
a
hurry
He
was
a
cinch
to
train
cause
all
they
had
to
do
Was
to
figure
how
to
funnel
his
fury
They
put
him
in
a
tank
near
the
D
M
Z
To
catch
the
gooks
slipping
over
the
border
They
said
his
mission
was
to
Search
and
Destroy
And
for
once
he
followed
and
order
One
sweat-soaked
day
in
the
Yung-Po
Valley
With
the
ground
still
steaming
from
the
rain
There
was
a
bloody
little
battle
that
didn't
mean
nothing
Except
to
the
few
that
remained
You
see
a
couple
hundred
slants
had
trapped
the
other
five
tanks
And
had
started
to
pick
off
the
crews
When
he
came
on
the
scene
and
it
really
did
seem
This
is
why
he'd
paid
those
dues
It
was
something
like
a
butcher
going
berserk
Or
a
sane
man
acting
like
a
fool
Or
the
bravest
thing
that
a
man
had
ever
done
Or
a
madman
blowing
his
cool
Well
he
came
on
through
like
a
knife
through
butter
Or
a
scythe
sweeping
through
the
grass
Or
to
say
it
like
the
man
would
have
said
it
himself:
"Just
a
big
black
bastard
kicking
ass!"
And
just
like
the
man
from
the
precinct
said:
"Put
him
away,
you
better
kill
him
instead.
A
bummer
like
that
is
better
of
dead
Someday
they′re
gonna
have
to
put
a
bullet
in
his
head."
When
it
was
over
and
the
smoke
had
cleared
There
were
a
lot
of
V
C
bodies
in
the
mud
And
when
the
rescued
men
came
over
for
the
very
first
time
They
found
him
smiling
as
he
lay
in
his
blood
They
picked
up
the
pieces
and
they
stitched
him
back
together
He
pulled
through
though
they
thought
he
was
a
goner
And
it
force
them
to
give
him
what
they
said
they
would
Six
purple
hearts
and
the
Medal
of
Honor
Of
course
he
slouched
as
the
chief
white
honkey
said:
"Service
beyond
the
call
of
duty"
But
the
first
soft
thought
was
passing
through
his
mind
"My
medal
is
a
Mother
of
a
beauty!"
He
got
a
couple
of
jobs
with
the
ribbon
on
his
chest
And
though
he
tried
he
really
couldn′t
do
'em
There
was
only
a
couple
of
things
that
he
was
really
trained
for
And
he
found
himself
drifting
back
to
′em
Just
about
the
time
he
was
ready
to
break
The
V
A
stopped
sending
him
his
checks
Just
a
matter
of
time
'cause
there
was
no
doubt
About
what
he
was
going
to
do
next
It
ended
up
one
night
in
a
grocery
store
Gun
in
hand
and
nine
cops
at
the
door
And
when
his
last
battle
was
over
He
lay
crumpled
and
broken
on
the
floor
And
just
like
the
man
from
the
precinct
said:
"Put
him
away,
you
better
kill
him
instead.
A
bummer
like
that
is
better
of
dead
Someday
they′re
gonna
have
to
put
a
bullet
in
his
head."
Well
he'd
breathed
his
last,
but
ten
minutes
past
Before
they
dared
to
enter
the
place
And
when
they
flipped
his
riddled
body
over
they
found
His
second
smile
frozen
on
his
face
They
found
his
gun
where
he′d
thrown
it
There
was
something
else
clenched
in
his
fist
And
when
they
pried
his
fingers
open
they
found
the
Medal
of
Honor
And
the
Sergeant
said:
"Where
in
the
hell
he
get
this?"
There
was
a
stew
about
burying
him
in
Arlington
So
they
shipped
him
in
box
to
Fayette
And
they
kind
of
stashed
him
in
a
grave
in
the
county
plot
The
kind
we
remember
to
forget
And
just
like
the
man
from
the
precinct
said:
"Put
him
away,
you
better
kill
him
instead.
A
bummer
like
that
is
better
of
dead
Someday
they're
gonna
have
to
put
a
bullet
in
his
head."
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