Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fred Small
Fred Small
Guitar
John McCutcheon
John McCutcheon
Dulcimer
Howard Levy
Howard Levy
Harmonica
Michael Aharon
Michael Aharon
Piano
Pete Kennedy
Pete Kennedy
Electric Guitar
Tom Espinola
Tom Espinola
Mandolin
Lorraine Duisit
Lorraine Duisit
Mandolin
Joe Kohansky
Joe Kohansky
Trombone
Lou Abbott
Lou Abbott
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Small
Fred Small
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Aharon
Michael Aharon
Producer
Chester
Chester
Recording Engineer
Glenn Barratt
Glenn Barratt
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well mister I just overheard you talking through your drink
How the Russians lie like rugs, how they've pushed us to the brink
Now sit right here beside me, I've an old man's tale to tell
How Yanks and Reds were friends once at the Elbe
My name is Joe Polowski, I hitched up in '41
Left my sweetheart in Chicago and I learned to fire a gun
The fog in the Ardennes so thick you could not see your nose
Nor the ghosts in the Belgian wood advancing through the snow
We left our dead behind us and we scaled the Dragon's Teeth
With screaming mimis overhead not one of us could sleep
Some fell to the enemy, some fell to the creeping cold
And I killed a German sniper who was not fourteen years old
When a soldier takes a hit my friend it ain't like Hollywood
Bone and guts go flying and everywhere there's blood
For a moment he is mystified there must be some mistake
As it all drains out in a crimson lake
Then April turned the weather and likewise the tide of war
As haggard hungry Germans surrendered by the score
And thank God for the Russians who took the battle's brunt
And broke the back of the Wermacht along the eastern front
Then we saw a burst of lilacs and the river swift and wide
And rest and welcome waiting for us on the other side
And Yanks and Reds laughed out loud to be alive at the Elbe
We caught the glint of water and upon the distant shore
Men and trucks and horses, not German and not ours
No bridge to cross but at the dock a boat securely tied
We blew the chain and rowed like demons for the other side
But when we stepped up on the land, oh Jesus what a sight
Blackened bodies of civilians like driftwood piled high
Cut down by stray artillery—what the hell is it all for?
We knelt and cursed the cruelty and madness men call war
Three Russians approached us, we shook hands and then embraced
Stalingrad had traced it's lines of sadness on their face
Upon that field of corpses these weary happy men
Swore an oath that it must never happen again
And then we wept and cheered and spoke in languages unknown
They poured us Russian vodka, by God we drank it down
We sang "The Volga Boatman", they sang "Tavern in the Town"
And I never kissed so many men as on that afternoon
When we saw a burst of lilacs and the river swift and wide
And rest and welcome waiting for us on the other side
And Yanks and Reds laughed out loud to be alive at the Elbe
But no sooner were we stateside than the cold war headlines read
Commies in the unions, commies under every bed
Hurrah the Nazi devil's down, long live the devil Red
And not one word about the oath we swore amongst the dead
There are kids today who'll tell you we fought Russia in the war
There are armchair heroes set to settle some old score
There are profiteers and pushers primed to send young men once more
To blow themselves to glory on some godforsaken shore
So drape my coffin with the flag of the good old USA
Let Yanks in army khaki and Reds in Russian gray
Lower me so gently into the German clay
And speak again the oath we swore that day
When we saw a burst of lilacs and the river swift and wide
And rest and welcome waiting for us on the other side
And Yanks and Reds laughed out loud to be alive at the Elbe
At the Elbe
At the Elbe
Written by: Fred Small
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