And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun
As Skynard's Gimme Three Steps was a song that actually happened to me in a Hells Angels bar in SoCol back in 1980, I always remember "In walked a man with a gun in his hand" and "'Cause he was lean, mean and big and bad, Lord, pointin' that gun at me" and finally,
"And I'm telling you, son, well, it ain't no fun, staring straight down a forty-four..."
The night was icy cold, I stood alone, waiting for a Army foot patrol, and when at last they came into my sights I squeezed the trigger on my Armalite….
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