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FROGS DIDN'T HAVE GUNS (Available at AMAZON.com, CDBABY.com, and OTHER online music stores!) Click HERE for story and lyrics!

(Performed by Michael Barrineau)
written by Doug Brzak
I was five years younger than my brother Ron when we were growing up in Michigan. I remember him going to John's farm on more than one occasion to hunt frogs and play army. I was always relieved each time he returned, frogless, as my mom always threatened to make frog legs and toast for a family meal.

Ron and John attended high school together in St. Johns, Michigan, graduating in the class of 1965. The fun and games were over, they were both killed in Viet Nam, 1967. I miss them both! FROGS DIDN'T HAVE GUNS is their story.
FROGS DIDN’T HAVE GUNS
© 2003 Doug Brzak(ASCAP)/Virginia Borden Rhythms (ASCAP)

Two kids played together in Somewhere, Michigan
Not sure how or when they met the friendship began
They lived in the country and loved the outdoors
They’d wear Army fatigues and play a game called war

They ran through fields used trees as shields and threw clumps of dirt
Jumped over logs hunted down frogs and nobody got hurt
They’d laugh and play then call it a day when they ran out of sun
But clumps of dirt didn’t hurt and frogs didn’t have guns

High school years with football, fast cars, girls, and fun
They lived each today and were sure tomorrows would come
Their country called them when they were only nineteen
John joined the Army and Ron, the Marines

They ran through fields used trees as shields and crawled through the dirt
Jumped over logs ignored the frogs and they knew they might get hurt
It wasn’t Michigan with the days filled with fun
When clumps of dirt didn’t hurt and frogs didn’t have guns

I wonder ‘bout those mornings when they picked up their guns
Did they have anyway of knowing they were running out of sun
I’m so proud that they answered their country’s call
But all that’s left is this story and their names on a wall

Once they ran through fields used trees as shields and threw clumps of dirt
Jumped over logs hunted down frogs and nobody got hurt
They’d laugh and play then call it a day when they ran out of sun
But clumps of dirt didn’t hurt and frogs didn’t have guns

Ron was my brother and John was his friend
Two kids who played together in Somewhere, Michigan